Walks /// Nine.Two

[Verse: looms.]
Let the smoke dance pirouette in suns
He been a mess, given cess sitting kept in lungs
While the sinner wept and dribbled debt upon a page of a4
Solemn days and shade like what is it we’re made for?
Remember when we’d meet and keep it illicit
Speaking logistics, her day and keeping me in it
Needed to live it, just to get to see the chosen path for he
Who bleeds the broken artistry, hemoglobin harmonies
And hypertension tetra chords drop out the vocal
Float like the boats out in Constantinople
Not nows for know-alls, time speaks of honesty
In tones dry of modesty, throttling the prodigies
And clobbering the righteous never understood
So they colonized the island with weapons for woods
Embedded in the bush he found hope in himself
And wrote notes soaked in oaths I hope nobody tells