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Conjolted Poetry

Conjolted Poetry

Tuesday 8 December 2015

Home

If home is where the heart is,
I must have left mine out in heaven,
feather weight on God's palms,
waiting for me to get it...

So I'm broken, I'm so broken,
but I'm hopeful. I'm so hopeful...

So many beautiful lies,
told on this canvas,
try to decipher,
but I'm lost in this beautiful art,
it's like a beautiful song,
in an orchestra,
and all they do is sing along,
such a disaster!
I try to find the truth,
but I'm aloof,
feel like a clown,
when I try to speak the truth,
all they do is laugh at me,
they laugh so hard,
but I will have,
that last laugh...

If home is where the heart is,
I must have left mine out in heaven,
feather weight on God's palms
waiting for me to get it...

So I'm broken, I'm so broken,
but I'm hopeful. I'm so hopeful

Box pieces, box pieces that's not how we get them here,
in containers all from China so we rocking second hand pairs,
doesn't matter, niggas want them while they hot,
rich is the aim so the shoes a bonanza!
God's just word kinda like the Pocahontas,
and we are the spoilt child looking for some answers,
some people find them in box pieces,
others find them in the warmth of a mistress:
oh God, oh God,  Oh God, save me,
there's so much trouble happening in here,
if I tried to break it down it might take a year,
some people rather lie even if you caught them red handed,
sleeping with your missy getting jiggy in your business,
profit is their interest so they get it selling loyalty,
seeking royalty, trying to ball like kings,
trying to get chaperones for their homes,
kneading dough just to feel like their safe,
yet with money you can't even resurrect,
and when you gone man you're going all alone.
I feel lost someone take me to the L&F,
I've been swept off my feet was feeling like a ref,
but I've accepted defeat I'm waiting on my stretcher,
some battles you can't win you've got to head on home

Oh God, oh God,  Oh God, save me...
Oh God, oh God,  Oh God, save me...

If home is where the heart is,
I must have left mine out in heaven,
feather weight on God's palms,
waiting for me to get it...

So I'm broken, I'm so broken
but I'm hopeful. I'm so hopeful...

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