I just be riding the train.
Broke and black.
Shooting the breeze and watching it bleed out.
Standing at the top of a mountain.
Remembering the rivers flow just to keep me safe. So I cry to keep the feeling so real like…I can hold it in my hands. I palm my face
and taste my seas
and pluck lines like these and hope they comfort me
like ‘they’ come for me.
While I just be…riding the train.
Jumping from car to car like a dedicated prostitute.
I give my all to you, in hopes for some change or some…change. Like those words some trains look the same.
hoping to get there as fast as Lord willing with a bunch a niggas.