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If I add up all the pieces, will it ever amount to anything?
Or am I trying my best to fly with dialect of shredded wings?
I bled the king until the palace floor became a slip and slide
All the diamonds turned to rubies soon as I could dip inside
Piling all my riches high the soulless gold standard born
A crown overrun with rust abandoned in a land of scorn
My side adorned with circular thorns, my cup runneth over here
Just me by my lonesome, so fear that there is no one near
Stones, the tears cascading don’t go chasing tails again
Broken in the trenches, victim to another failed ascent
Pick up all the pieces, sticks and stones, comb the mess of wreckage
Less aggressive with each subsequent attempt, vex the message
It’s mathematics with savage laughter added for bitterness
No matter the method I can never get rid of it
My shadow puppet with strings woven into nooses of bad luck
Holding diseased carrots at the end of an olive branch, they can’t touch
Just, out of reach, mirage beckoning with a night’s sleep
Chubby fingers playing chess with my checkers plunging the knife deep
When I breathe, the sheep flee, preferring dinner plates to my fences
And in the meantime, my thoughts sharpen and pace with a vengeance
And the footprints run deep enough to draw blood
Almost being close enough but never there is lost love
Awestruck with a gauntlet I never should have dropped in the first place
Don’t know if I’m cursed, but when it fell, I swear I felt the earth quake
I see a nurse pace just out of my line of focus
Or is it a wraith of one I used to hold closest? I don’t know this
It approaches and i shudder with an involuntary twitch
nine prayers won’t make up for that one skipped stitch
If this is a game being played, please guide me to the reset
These are the reasons nuns cease to be and the priests wept
Each step is closer to something, but the ground is moving backwards
Stumbling with each hobbled leap, my energy fades in factors
This is my brain on no drugs, going strange to scare the passersby
Plus I don’t like the way the mirror looks whenever it captures light
Crashing tides bury my feet, the undertow beckons
In times of uncertainty, being alive feels like a close second
My inner child is orbiting orphanages, somewhere in Georgia it is
Thinking thoughts were simpler back when I was somewhat more religious
I was raised to raise my voice and question to seek the reason why
I don't need to believe that I will be here after I have died
There’s a certain reassurance that comes with being infinite
We can agree to disagree and keep it moving minus incident
No wince afflicts this countenance drowning within quicksands of hourglasses
Cowering in a coward’s massive bitter bath of sour has beens
A cloud attached containing memories we hold at the end of kite strings
Something to tug at the heart whenever the darker parts of life sting
The icing on a cake I might sing a song we’d rather keep away
Reverberating with an echo of fear sunken inside of a deeper place
Rumbling by, the reaper keeps the scythe handy
A telescopic handle stretches far beyond the bystanding
So who am I to tell you this is life and how to do it right
We are ruined by the measures, edges are unsupervised
True to human sized glimpse the world through these polluted eyes
And find your place if and when that brittle little troop arrives
Who am I to tell you this is life and how to do it right
We are ruined by the measures, edges are unsupervised
Who am I to tell you this is life and how to do it right
We are ruined by the measures, edges are unsupervised
Started following Juga-Naut upon hearing him break down life and rap relating to Kool G Rap on Crate808 and I've been a fan since. Wordplay, skill, the dope backdrops, what's not to love? Sankofa
