As i go to sleep, Lord i pray my soul to keep. And if i should die before i wake, accept me through the pearly gates. Bullet shells thunder clapping on the floor, hard hitting tears drum rolling, on the slippery floors! On the slippery floors. Tire marks and trailing smokes, wheels turning and ERs. Jews and the wailing walls, sunset east ends to the floor. When it rains it pours, when it rains it pours, when it rains it pours.
EKGs go flat lining, resuscitating next in line. Lobbies of holding hands, rosaries and folding hands. Prayers up for the struggling soul, cheers to all the hopeful, may answers not redirect, cause of recorded fouls. Escaping tears quake the earth, reminiscences and flash backs, duffle bags or last breathe.
Too many in-turned, role models in brown bottles. Royal blues and greys, blood reds and carton browns. It's all rainbows but no colours, white noise and silver barks.All black, everything. It's all black, everything. All black, everything.
Eulogies and roses, headstones and gardens. Apologies and liquor drops, sand toss and vandana drops. Dice throws and street corners, wig splitters and hair dressers. Needles and clinicals, needles and crystal meth. Crying moms rocking empty cradles. Grieving paps on stallions, down the saddle to waterworks. Fireworks and fireworks, leads to a dragon cycle of fallen soldiers. Medal of honour for the lost. Where's the valour in it except emptiness and high cost.
The streets and the fast lane, the rat race and caged cheese. Depressions and impressions, facials in the denial. Grace find or find grace, Single moms creating spaces to make aces, daylight nursing to nocturnal masseuse. Awards and rewards become tears swollen make up concealed eyebags. Massacre and messed up mascara.
As i lay me to sleep, Lord i pray my soul to keep. And if i should die before i wake, accept me through the pearly gates. Protect and serve, shoot first and ask questions later. Pressure rises to shifty trigger fingers, misfires and blood stained food stamps. Too late body already on the floor, body drops and tear drops. Flyers to shielded five 0s, water sprays and chaos. Match up parades to Cinco de Mayos, black life matters to all life matters. Take a stand or take a kneel, peace and war or war and war. How far does the rubicle goes.
Tears drop for the lost souls, salutes for the heros. Flashbacks to Cheetos, a bowl full of liquid memories.
Was listening to this when the above spilled ink into creation.
I love the lyrics of the song. We all want to be accepted by God perhaps we sleep and never wake up.