Verse 1
I grew up
Prone to accidents
I felt strong
They kept happening
Two broken arms
A broken leg
Dislocated knee
And an open head
Every year I fell into another crutch
Stitched up
From an open cut
And when I spoke of luck
The sky turned grey
And opened up
I stuck
Posters up
Tupac convinced me to write
When I got emotional
Da Vinci had me
Thinking actually
I could change the word
With the stroke of a brush
So when my best friend was taken before his time
I wrote my first diary to the moon and asked it why
I was still alive
Verse 2
My bro came
And gave me space
And helped me dream
Of a greater day
And Mum and Dad they just stayed away
And I thought
‘They never liked him anyway’
And the pastor at school looked us in the eye
And told us it was normal if we’d cried
Until we burned inside
The boys at school and I wouldn’t wag school to play
But to
Visit his grave
Smoke weed
And pray
Rap along to ‘I’ll Be Missing You’ again for old times sake
Visit the spot he was hit
And read the messages on the bricks
Outro
That morning you woke up
And felt something was wrong
You put on your best suit
And asked your mother to take a photo of you
With your new baby brother
The only photo that exists
Then you got changed
Packed your bag with tools and got on your bike with no helmet
And rode
I discovered Raising Appalachia a few months ago and I like their sound, so I thought supporting them during this rough times.
Thank you for the music! kbleuer
This album by Kenyan electronic producer rPH and poet Kins of Spade reflects on the impact of religion in their lives and society. Bandcamp New & Notable May 12, 2023