If I go

If I leave

Does stress stay here

Do I get some reprieve

From wicked ways

Or a lineage that’s diseased

Hands warped

Like the time we distort

With a memory

Of the smile you gave me

What I bury

What I hide

Mimic the pain inside

Though they try

They cannot be I

Realize the gravity

My son like me

Born to die

Leaves me with a chip on my shoulder

Cold ass winters just grew a little colder

Public viewing of the suffering

Adds layers to the torture

Inside the pillory

Regardless of belief

Maintain a code for the street

Because god won’t save you

In the face of defeat and…

No will is free

Any path you choose

Death is the destiny

Realize the gravity

Broken promise

Of eternal life

Though they try

They cannot be I

Realize the gravity

My son like I

Cry then die