James
STAGE 0
[Verse]
How I throw this body in this river?
Repercussions await me
Feet don’t function and lately I shiver
At the thought of a higher being
Authoritative in conduct
Remind me of the Piscean who raised me with
Bones to pick with fish I abduct from the pelagic
I momentarily fade, my gaze is struck and stranded
Collage of sins from days when I was branded “the perfect child”
Granted times I was hurting while
Standing on that podium
Folks applaud, they promoting him
Beyond the depths of the waves and survival
Nobody half my wavelength, no foolie ever rivaled
Ghost pens, skewed verses
Hands fake as hard as authors of the Bible
Martha Martha, worries primal
Stark catharsis I recite-
Impart alarmist archetypal
Bars for bar, each line for penitentiary
Iya sent to me
A picture of her son
Before the confidence
Moral common sense
And all my college sins
Providence she preached to me
Hours rinsed like Jesus’ feet
She would pray for me
A tear for every moment I resided in that make-believe
And shunning all the rites that proved to make me free
To say the least, uh
To say the least
And for the brief moments under the tide
I hope these waters gon’ claim me a god
Because the land only served me resource to survive
So I was never living, only alive
Covalence circulates my organs in hiding
And to the deepest bond, I remain your Poseidon
Swoon as my chest cavity face denial
I was never living, only alive
I was only alive