Solace - Melanin 9, Wun Two, Juicebox

All the hope she had was in her purse

Half Spanish grandma used to drag us to the church

I had a small anaemic frame behind a massive shirt

Bagging dirt swiping off the ashes off of Matthews verse

Staring at the tabernacle with a passive hurt

Held my cousins pain from the cancer wish I had it first

Studying through books trying to heal his chakra earth

Held him for 7 years and cried when they dragged his hearse

Facing a couple years for bagging with a strap to burst

Lying to my nan about my grades starting wrapping work

Wanted to leave though lusting kicks and tops from Moschino fucking Guyanese

hoes hard-headed breed from the scars I conceived

Never knew my mum heard her pops was part creole

Kind of felt deceived though learnt the hard realities of life

Getting boxed up by my older brother taught me how to fight

Faded pictures in my navy suede Kickers with the stripes

Swinging arms with eight niggas on estate (?)

Scribbling signs on ice packaged on blueberry plastics

I’m back with bad grades when Ms Nash placed the asterisk

For bad kids.

My cousin’s dad was driven off insane

Around the same time Ky caught a bullet from Jermaine

What do you believe in heaven or hell?

We don’t believe in heaven 'cos we’re living in hell

We don’t believe in heaven 'cos we’re living in hell

We don’t believe in heaven 'cos we’re living in hell

What do you believe in heaven or hell?

We don’t believe in heaven 'cos we’re living in hell

We don’t believe in heaven 'cos we’re flipping on hell

We don’t believe in heaven 'cos we’re living in

Born in this rage of aggression, with your grandmamas eyes

Watching your daddy’s affliction, between the facets of life Weaved from the

fabric of lessons, being programmed to lie

Built-up my passive aggression, I be fighting and stressing

The conflicted depressing, tryna raise you like an empress

With a pivotal preference and use wisdom from the walls read From inner

perceptions, disposition from a force-fed

Submissive acceptance.

Thoughts of knowing that you

Cried to sleep leaves me depressed and I’m sorry for the drama

For the all the shit I did I guess the separation’s Karma

Hoping you’d never catch my trace of my ego aided sagas

Or inherit hate this world paints for baby fathers

You’re ageing faster certain things that you can sense

From keys jingle in the hallways coming home you grab my leg

I kiss your head you talk of missing me and wish I never left

As a universe, I stare at my existence in the flesh

What do you believe in heaven or hell?

We don’t believe in heaven 'cos we’re living in hell

We don’t believe in heaven 'cos we’re living in hell

We don’t believe in heaven 'cos we’re living in hell

What do you believe in heaven or hell?

We don’t believe in heaven 'cos we’re living in hell

We don’t believe in heaven 'cos we’re flipping on hell

We don’t believe in heaven 'cos we’re living in hell