Big Waves

Woke up with the breeze running across my face
Turn on the shower I need to take a cold one
With greasy skin after twelve hours of smoking
And leaving the drapes open
The sun beaming I'm another day older
Two verses better another page closer
Of practice to see your hearse rolling down the avenue
Since you tried to write a verse that's colder
I'm falling apart year round so my persona impersonates October
The only reason I'm winning is my faith
So I stay on my feet and keep lifting my shoulders
When I can barely walk because the girl I love is gone
So I don't know if she'll ever show up
The flow is cold as the hearts of all my exes
So you can't even see my breath when it's snowing
I thought had control of my emotions
But the more I drove past your face on the wall
It caught me off guard and left the back of my hands wet
I'm going through shit I didn't know I was
The only card I have left to pull out from under my sleeve has my heart on it
Rest In Peace to Bertha Johnson
Me and your son just blew a blunt down in Larimer for you
I pray to God for truth because most of these artists are artificial
You really do the shit you say
But really you just tell your favorite parts and skip the larger picture
Your shits like the forehead of the Mona Lisa
I put my city in a frame with all gold leafing
From my fucked up hairline to my addiction
I'm so thankful for all of my flaws and features
All of my issues you won't believe it
Keep away from that fuck shit every day
So my conscience is always clean as a whistle
Because the devil is so deceiving
I told Jerm we're gonna make it out of this mental rut
And fuck it up without a bitch ass label either
And keep my face down on the page
We want truth we don't need your fake ass preaching
I remember huffing ether at flagstaff and got robbed by those crips that beat us
My mom prayed and prayed and prayed and prayed
So I'm just thankful she did
Been Grieving a death for years and all of a sudden my eyelids started leaking
Stomach twisted in a knot
When we buried you I didn't feel shit but now it stings me
I won't leave my city or stop til' they compare my stories to August Wilson scenes
I got clean at Centre Avenue at the church by the Jitney
With a hundred people on the street
The truth depicted nothing really like what you give us
And I do it sleeping
You've been trying too hard for a minute to be somebody different
And that can't be easy
It's never been pretty since I got here
Had a girl crush but her dad smoked crack
I tripped the alarm off hopped on my skateboard
And got far far the fuck out from there
Thank God we found prayer