verified

Moved out here to be a mass
Caught up all the while our road went past
Still get sick when I’m in a crowd
I will never break that holy ground
How we held up in a one roomer
Oh what a room to be wounded in
I did feel safe like a kid
Sleeping in a car, to be carried in

In the needle theres an eye of whats left of that rhyme
Put deep deep down into the ground
Cupped my hands for the burying
Of every piece of past i was carrying

Verified people on my feed
Wonder if they’ll ever verify me
A pay wall away from a missing key
I cannot afford to deal in that currancy