Poem Two: Call?
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Little boy coming off the bus ride from school
His mama occupied from nursing school, studying
He walk up to his room, playing tunes in headphones he got for Christmas
Stepping into other worlds through albums on his wish list
Love to listen far from reality, love the distance
Yeah in his mind them world was better
Felt his reality was lesser
Expressed in pages laying on the dresser
Didn't like the world he wrote about
He balled it up and threw it out
Mama called from downstairs your father's almost here
Don't forget it was his weekend him and his brother just packing clothes
Father pulling up and they hit the road
No matter what, he felt stuck between two homes
Two different stories, two versions blame gamin who wrong
Felt like he the reason, like somehow he didn't belong, just be gone
Reachin on
Running from issues not knowing he can never run, far enough
Run, run, run
Into the sun, burning flesh
Family flying separate ways we burn the nest
Personal forest fires into conflict, guess that what just comes with separation
And what follows is devastation, stomach aching
The symptoms endless, forever sick, knocked out the
Wind of his soul left him breathless
Heart so cold they couldn't tempt it
And questionable habits fuck up the temple
He loved to lie, smiled after parents asked him what's wrong
Till this day he ashamed to ask for help
Too ashamed to call
Running over, running soulless
Losing controlling, it just comes and goes
Goin, goin, goin
Go, go, go,
Tryna get by, by, by, by, by, by
Running over, running soulless
Losing controlling, it just comes and goes
Goin, goin, goin
Go, go, go,
Tryna get by, by, by, by, by, by
Running over, running soulless
Losing controlling, it just comes and goes
Goin, goin, goin
Go, go, go,
Tryna get by, by, by, by, by, by
Too ashamed to call,
Everyone likes a snowball fight, those kids are having fun, but if someone packs a snowball
Too tightly, or with the wrong size, someone could get hurt
The new number is, please note, the new number is
Little boy coming off the bus ride from school
His mama occupied from nursing school, studying
He walk up to his room, playing tunes in headphones he got for Christmas
Stepping into other worlds through albums on his wish list
Love to listen far from reality, love the distance
Yeah in his mind them world was better
Felt his reality was lesser
Expressed in pages laying on the dresser
Didn't like the world he wrote about
He balled it up and threw it out
Mama called from downstairs your father's almost here
Don't forget it was his weekend him and his brother just packing clothes
Father pulling up and they hit the road
No matter what, he felt stuck between two homes
Two different stories, two versions blame gamin who wrong
Felt like he the reason, like somehow he didn't belong, just be gone
Reachin on
Running from issues not knowing he can never run, far enough
Run, run, run
Into the sun, burning flesh
Family flying separate ways we burn the nest
Personal forest fires into conflict, guess that what just comes with separation
And what follows is devastation, stomach aching
The symptoms endless, forever sick, knocked out the
Wind of his soul left him breathless
Heart so cold they couldn't tempt it
And questionable habits fuck up the temple
He loved to lie, smiled after parents asked him what's wrong
Till this day he ashamed to ask for help
Too ashamed to call
Running over, running soulless
Losing controlling, it just comes and goes
Goin, goin, goin
Go, go, go,
Tryna get by, by, by, by, by, by
Running over, running soulless
Losing controlling, it just comes and goes
Goin, goin, goin
Go, go, go,
Tryna get by, by, by, by, by, by
Running over, running soulless
Losing controlling, it just comes and goes
Goin, goin, goin
Go, go, go,
Tryna get by, by, by, by, by, by
Too ashamed to call,
Everyone likes a snowball fight, those kids are having fun, but if someone packs a snowball
Too tightly, or with the wrong size, someone could get hurt
Credits
Writer(s): Mica Lesure
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