[Verse: Castle]
There’s history in this room here, although it’s changed over time
In spite of new furnishings, wall colour, insides
Our room where the fam communed like a church revival
Life lessons I consumed as [?] for survival
Home schooled and [?] was acknowledged from the Bible
Where I necked [Matila?] “Be quiet before they find you”
My uncle told his jokes here, knowledge he imparted I’d absorb here
He left us, all’s that’s left of him is this portrait
Sculptures of Savannah frozen in time
Décor, tables and walls, once cracked from a fall
Here’s where I lost God, curiosity questioned mom’s certainty
She wiped angry tears for a lost cause
Pricey [?] and biscuits consumed by the babies
While their parents trade God spoke of black tea and pastries
Fam, friends lost their life, car keys as she
Grieved for her murdered husband
Tears crashed against the knees
Siblings and cousins do each other with a dance routine
Chocolate grandmothers still managin’ tickle, tickle, pick
Who kicked the chair into the big screen?
Punished like Frank Castle when they roam the streets
Where the jigs trained guns at our necks
As UPS dropped a pack shipped from my mom’s ex
Where we all wept as they put our hands in cuffs
Where we welcomed their return, said our grace and got stuffed
Where I collapsed when my first love dumped me
Where I had to do a dance for my mom’s company
Where I took solace when my little cousin [?]
Where I saw the towers fall in the name of God
Move her from this sanctuary it feels so hard
Maybe I could carry on this legacy from afar
Maybe I could carry on this legacy