Journal

When the ice melts and the water pours its genius
Don't be malicious
For the roots still uphold the tree
Even when the leaves fell and water took it somewhere else

I tend to fantasize about my death
To see what's left
What's my legacy? What is Des?
Maybe nothing more, maybe nothing less
I won't lie, I forget I'm black sometimes
Why do I cry every time I take drugs?
Is it because I know I hurt people?
Is it because I know I need to?
Life seems almost too real at moments
When I leave my name is slurred
And don't think I don't know it
My silence feels stronger than my voice at moments
"This high road I'm taking"
Am I a phony?
Why do I test morality?
Should I test my mortality?
I saw a clip and it was a chick
Playing Russian roulette
Speaking of your greatest weakness
What's your greatest weakness?
To kill, to have freedom, to die
To love, to leave, to lie
To commit, get mad, to cry?
You know when I think of what scares me, it's the idea of just getting by