Quiet Poetry Lounge : Sunday (Walk Soft part 2)

liquyd

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I KNOW why the caged bird sang,
softly,
outside my window pane.
It must be SUNDAY,
the day apologetic nyggas HURRY,
singin their redemption songs...
My wall 'o bituaries scary cause they ALL men.
Babies, homeys, lovers, kin,
on the other side again.
Not to be the bearer of the saddest **** to think about,
but can we go another route?
Keep growin 'til old age take us.
And when they make us out to be nothin but on our way down,
We just keep comin around,
head up and feet on the ground.
I need to say this, hope ALL me people hear me talkin
that in the end it won't be our steps
but how we walkin......

SOFT with that big stick until you take your last step
YOU CAN TALK,
but ain't nobody gone really listen 'til you takin your last breath.


Liquydated Sound/ASCAP
 

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