Take me to a place of forgiveness... where I don't want to make them suffer. Take me to a place of sympathy... where I don't want to make them wonder.
I'm not there yet.
Even the best part of me still holds on to a little bit of petty, so if that's keeping me from the next level I'm honestly not ready... my heart's too heavy.
The killers in my life aren't sorry... still laughing after slaughtering my brothers, so when I see them in court I have words for their mothers... cousins... and significant others. They're about see me everywhere so I hope they run for cover.
Even when I want to hug them they apathetically turn around... just to unravel a king, so let me adjust the crown. When they graduate to all cap and forget the gown, it's no more smiles... they have to feel this frown. Most assuredly.
I promise you I need Jesus next to me, because letting it go keeps getting harder for me and they're raising the difficulty to another degree.
I'm on the struggle bus, because my teachers point out my failures when they see I'm a straight-A student, and I trusted some people who told the world I really shouldn't. That's why I'm listening to Kodak Black in the back of the pulpit, with a ski-mask and a bunch of irregular movement, ready for all the foolishness. All of it.
Don't play with me fam, you don't know who I am. I see how you're moving and I'm not a fan. I'm trying to stay cool, but again... I'm not a fan. I don't like repeating myself and you're the exception because I'm still trying to be a blessing. I'm not feeling most of these first-impressions, and seeing two-faces has me second-guessing.