Aequitas and Cry
-Presents-
Written in Blood and Tears
(Part One)
Opening these eyes to pain and smite,
despite my life, I'm too ashamed to rise.
Fight to survive, through days -- I stride,
right by the sunlight, one might paint the night.
Stay and write, about the ways you'll find,
chase down time like it could erase you're mind.
Embrace what's mine, a few shades of white,
won't change the brightness, but I'll fade-in the plight.
Lungs shake in the pipe, I take in the stars,
scarred by mistakes that break in my heart.
Barred in with blame, it aches from the start,
part of me claims the waste that is 'ours.'
Art without age, tastes like bitter wine,
an inner gaze shapes the splintered spine.
Enter the maze, play with withered mice,
when we are brave, I pray on a cylinder mic.
These things I see help me breathe again,
between screams, and pleas, I bleed within.
Dreams across seas, back to freedom land,
where reasons expand past a seasoned plan.
Damned by self consideration, I can't stand,
jammed by health, obliteration, I am bland.
Slammed by wealth and liberation, just a chance,
that I can't help my own nation... I am a man.
and today? I can't demand a simpler reason to be
it's the American way, simply breathing to breathe,
& she's singin' to me... I can't believe what I hear,
how could loving once more really be what I fear?
can I be without tears? FUCKIN' ONCE IN MY LIFE -
losin' all of my family... blowin' up when I cry,
growin' up is a lie - but it's not a surprise, that
they prepared us for the last days of the rest of our lives,
pretendin' our crimes make us who we really are...
enough of that nonsense, 'cause that truth is really far-
-fetched from the progress, etched in the botched edge
of a corner table fabled for our heads to get lost in,
deflectin' our options, responsibility galore -
the only thing I'm really working's my ability to mourn,
were they feelin' me before? Or were they happy to know me?
either way... dear struggle, I think I'll have to be going,
right back to the old me, before the innocence was lost,
anything you say'll be your business when I'm gone..
'cause what's finished isn't lost.. I learn from my mistakes,
bridges will be burned, I won't be burdened by a flame.
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