Polo / The Letter Zero

(Verse 1)

Telescopes and white roses
A year has gone by since the release
Now I’m reflecting on the progress
Regressed, the scales are imbalanced
The focus was way too heavy on music
And causing a lot of damage
On my life affairs
And too ashamed of my live affairs
Starting not finishing – entertaining – all came from fear
E –Demeanour was birthed for accountability
Mentioned it on ‘Stone’, but my failures were simply killing me
Tosin getting married, Nikky getting married
Presha did the same, Eman living happy
Fred is now engaged, that really excites me
Yet married life doesn’t entice me - Or so I seem to tell myself
Is if fear of commitment or simply fear itself?
A question I throw at the man in the mirror
Stained glass with a smeared heart and a smudged past
Next week on a stage while encouraging masses
Emphatic while acting ecstatic – boast about who my dad is
One time had a panic attack, I couldn’t breathe was the fact
My tears were gasping for air and depression was back – gave me a slap
Right here was a sucker for love in the summer
Something that he had never summoned
The sun was setting on someone – cause the flame died
And I moved on
I was happy too - But came a new song
That got us singing, but from two different hymn sheets
Repeating the cycle in a matter of weeks
Repeating the cycle, now I’m feeling so weak
Repeating the cycle only made me to weep
Through Robin thick and thin, creating blurred lines
This wonder woman was princess dying my sight blind
Only seeing at that point what I wanted to see
What I wanted to see, was you and me

(Verse 2)

Sitting in the kitchen rehearsing this verse
My sister enters to tell me what really hurts
She said
The only brother I have and I care for
To me you say so little, on songs you share more
I learn so much about you through words that you’ve written
But all I really need is some time to be given, to us
And I admire the fact that you’re driven
But put the brakes on and be there a little more
To the core I now feel assured
If I now go call on the Lord – for the order that He implores
Now exploring what be the cause and effect
Of my selfish ways
Do you know what it’s like to look in the eyes of your father and then only see shame
Another heart I did break
The pressures of holding a PHD, while your son is pursuing fame
So I’m turning to my brothers to share my burden and pain
But I look around and see that I’ve pushed my brothers away
In the heat of the dessert without the drop for my tongue
The belly of a snake is still rumbling
Never should I boast in the passions I failed to control
With actions that I backed in
Professionally practice sin
She was beautiful and she was beautiful and she was beautiful
There I go again – with the lust of the eyes
A man in my position with no self control
I know some people who will hear this
Bubble with rage; call me a bastard
Turn to my face; and then a male hoe
And then cut me off as a friend – a better way to go
King of the pride lands
Leaving scars on the hearts – as scar passed
Creating all of these scared pasts
What happened to the author of the overnight garden
Who was striving for purity?
Perusing one for the sake of one - Diligently seeking endeavors
Never crafty maneuvers - oh that man died!
Seek to be satisfied, through the pack of lies
That gave this lion pride
I was loving for hope, before I died inside
I was hoping for life, before my heart cried
No biggie, hypnotized
I was loving the chase
Knowing full well I was abusing the grace
Now every mistake is leaving a sour taste
In the mouths of the ones my heart is too scared to face
Seeing all my brothers in a happy place
Seeing all my family with families
Pain receding, facing joy in the evening
While the mourning is taking a back seat
And not affecting the drive
This is me putting my thoughts together
This is me seeing hope when I see T ‘n’ Z together
This is me hoping for better weather
Whether or not a berretta, these drops are always on target
How a spark lit, into a flame
Now the flame is burning and can’t be tamed
From the ashes are the remnants of shame
Able to make a man whole, though this man’s drained
Never claimed to be perfect
The failures now intrinsic, to a man who is in transit
A fallen being
No, sorry’s not enough
As I’m talking to the judge
Screaming soli deo Gloria, not carpe diem

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