It’s waiting for the good that won’t come out of it 
It’s moving on and also somehow getting heavier 

Pictures in our daydreams.
That keep moving.

Send out my demons to possess this vessel,
whatever form it may be.

Black boy, black boy, make it home tonight.
Black boy, I’m worried, alright?

Lose control, Of who you want to see,
In the mirror everyday,

Don’t you wanna bathe in relief too?
Don’t you wanna peel this blanket off of you?

How did the warmth taste?
How did the burning sun caress and kiss my face?

You knew they knew you knew.
You just kept going with it.

you nor your mother 
would ever dare to pluck 

perhaps its the way my mind
accumulates things

Feeling miserable, but pretty 
What a deadly combination 

I treat each moment like it is my last.
I no longer allow the clouds in my mind