sister tee called me
and brother mitchell 2
said dee we tried but couldnt get through
family i know
reception is not too good this far down
sometimes i wonder why im still around
never been a prodigal son
just an unfortunate one
always lost never wanting 2 be found
when the voice of god resounds
ive always been walking through the burial mounds
so much hatred
too many god damns
my stagnant water remains contained
the father shakes his head in shame
when i cant refrain
from saying his name in vain
got some acidic blood runnin
through my veins
30 years of anger
rage and pain
the innocent dee
who cried during the homily
long since slain
i was reborn with a hallow stare
drew a circle around me
enter if you dare
but be prepared
2 face a fury beyond your reach
aint felt the need 2 preach
dont live like me is what i teach
no praise
or accolades do i seek
so many feelings of retribution ive stored
knowing full well my reward
wont come until i learn 2 praise the lord
surprised my momma
by going to church
a sunday morning i called
out from work
i woke up
feeling the demons of my family
4 so long living with hurt
brother against brother
petty drama and such
many times it doesnt amount
to much
until
the dam of damnation breaks
and hatred spills
always looked 4 a place 2 chill
i never entered a room
against the will
of those
who have been residents
contributing 2 the rise
follow what my heart can surmise
look around through narrowed eyes
the trust in my soul
long ago died
every once and a while some one
penetrates my shield
and i use the muse
4 a peace appeal
always enjoy the repartee
the battle scenes remind me
of a macbethian play
saying to myself damn
what talented cats
i could never do that
facts is facts
my soul aint been intact
since the demon broke my mold
seek to control
the evil resting inside of me
people always wondering who is dee
feel free
but you wont witness but a sliver to see
so much hurt ive stored
never truly learned
how 2 praise the lord
feels like a gun is always pressed
to my head
one upon a time i challenged death
maybe i wanted 2 be dead
but i was lead
temporarily
out of ghetto dens
of iniquity
many hide behind false truths
since i was a youth
the proof
of my hearts desire
could be seen in the fire
of my eyes
never do i judge
yet i refuse 2 budge
i know all 2 well
the smell
of morning sludge
and i cant deny
2 my father yes many times ive lied
got nothing left 2 say
right now im trying 2 run away
from a demon i abhor
losing my religion
while simultaineously
learing 2 praise the lord

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