Stone Throw

I can throw the stones but they turn to knives and cut my throat
I could throw the sticks but they hit the ground and turn to snakes
Ain't no triple hop across the pond
Ain't no rippled dots
Only scribbled thoughts

Only shrivelled shots
A finger-triggered bullet made of paper I can savour
All the ink with a retina
It asked for patience, I said "nah"
You ain't know what's in my head brah
If I followed, I'd be dead brah
The loner in me was hungry for a home
They thought I fed her but
She's still starving
Tryna live off the jargon
Not beggin' for pennies or pardons
But for an omen or an option
To keep her young feet from adoption
And the sheep to learn caution

More than a stone throw
More than just knowing where to go

I can throw the stones but they turn to knives and cut my throat
I could throw the sticks but they hit the ground and turn to snakes
Ain't no triple hop across the pond
Ain't no rippled dots
Only scribbled thoughts