27 - Soul Glo

Spite is its own overcommitment

And a self-preservation instinct

Self-love is enough even if it’s only saying to yrself

«I'm surviving» while passively practicing silence

Tell everyone that I’m thriving

As though I share ya’ll disbelief

At the doublespeak dressed as apologies

Those closest to me cut me off when I speak

Macroaggressive and projecting, thus not worth mentioning

Backward I move too, but I trip over the casualties

Life lost is no cost for a lapse in humanity

Congratulate me, sight unseen

Congratulate me, a nigga finally free

You literally put your hands on me

And all you’ll ever get is leave

Leave

Leave

Leave, leave, leave, leave, leave

Take leave of the speech of the truth you hate and shout it down as fake

Lie in wait, lie and wait, lie awake each night

Or D: All of the above

Yo, I love to lie and I live to love

On god, I will not participate

Lemme rephrase

No more faith in the process, potential as progress

Or intangible sweet nothings prepackaged as promises

All them lil vacations in the crossfire between you and your future selves

Is of a trajectory of dishonesty that leaves transgressions propelled

You see the tragedy as yours to manage

A wound if you grip tight enough you think you can bandage

I’ll only accept apologies in cash or true change

But I will reclaim my time all the same

Dolo, left to wonder, wandering, questioning what it is to mitigate

My guilt in not standing up and saying what I just won’t tolerate

You literally put your hands on me, your anger was never surprising

You literally put your hands on me