She’s a skittish little miss and her meds are but a memory
Sad when body chemistry turns into the enemy
now requests roll off proverbial duck's backs
shiny manic eyes the measure...two little hub cups
gleaming and I must ask, why the change now
father figure forgone furrowed a strange brow
a new plan laid out seemingly in much haste
about the same time that guy left in dust, raced
a touch traced out of finger painting run amok
taking most of the day's patience that I can summon up
I wonder what brought about the note from home
so I track behavior, watching close the crone
how far do acorns fall when nobody will listen
cheeks ruddy and glisten with sweat lovely and schismed
and yet, it's not my place so her descent's documented
a once caring child now lost with a vengeance
And it’s sad, cause I try to do all that I can
But I can’t do a thing when she’s gone out of class
And it’s sad, cause I try to do all that I can
But I can’t do a thing when she’s gone out of class
A friend of mine’s gone away and she might not be back
So leave a message at the beep and believe that
She might get it, but you never can tell
So just hope for the best
tossed to a sentence speakers babble oblivious
hugs turn from love to the tactile insidious
so fragile the lineage, synapses misfire
screaming on repeat, her song from a sick choir
I miss that girl whose calm came from pill bottles
maybe one day those storms could fill novels
until then, it's dealing with her outbursts
asked to sit up, yet knowing that she'll slouch first
I'm hoping that the clouds quickly turn to mist and dissipate
but in the meantime, I pen this and wait
Cause dis and may makes for an interesting cocktail
but a kid's future is at stake, I cannot fail
walking down a lost trail with broken legs
behavior plan carrot rotted, hope and beg
tie the note to dregs...believe it'll improve
running for the shelter amidst a riddle bemused
a little bit of the blues with the Jackson Pollack extras
keeping eyes peeled at the door for her exits
next is patience, combined with faith
there’s not much to do but spend the time and wait
next is patience, combined with faith
there’s not much to do but spend the time and wait
a friend of mine's gone away
and she might not be back
so leave a message at the beep and believe that
she might get it but you never can tell
so just hope for the best
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