If you are reading this it’s not a coincidence
I wrote this for you when you needed it
I heard your echoes your cries for deliverance
You inherited the heirloom of your ancestors and it was made to fit
Chains around your neck and a stamp on your forehead that’d contest your claims to innocence
You were born behind bars and your canopy was riddled with stray bullets you thought were stars
Lead probably runs in your veins and your favourite colour is pain
Bright red like blood, like the rust on your chain
The hood is a maze you run through to survive
You must run n99a run if you want to stay alive
Escape your past through the underground tunnel
and run into your own fate
it’s all over now.
you’re safe and sound.