6 - Belief [A Complicated Truth]

"There’s a long-held belief that How to get to where we at Is do the things that we did So, soon to be repeated Are the stories of the struggles that my brothers and I went through— Staring out the windows of apartment buildings Building our imaginations, waitin’, patient, not complacent Hatin’ stomach achin’. Momma makin’ eggs and bacon Left too late to take the public transportation So it’s pacin’ on our own two I never really want to But paintin’ for you pictures, so you’re sure to see it vividly Is how you will remember me And if not, you can visit me in memories I mention these to give you the illusion that I’m using what I learned But really Truth is complicated I kind of made it more to cope with The “dope” shit The day we all lose hope in The twist, and tell nobody you inhale ‘cause you in Hell And you’ve been well behind the “well” drinks A sloppy little secret— Your friends are all so thoughtful, so they keep it You’re seeking higher answers, and Granny’s Cancer can’t be canceled out So you’re like Jo Jo Dancer—man enough to stand and walk it out I’m talkin’ ‘bout the love you lost that Barely gave you your heart back Inspiration for Art that Almost got you to start back On that downward spiral that made you feel you were alive Because you’re facin’ your death in every second, and you’re surprised ‘cause you ain’t died And you ain’t wise enough to know why You just want more, and you can’t find enough in your guys And it ain’t no High, no Love to talk you out of your Hate So your breaking point is the moment you decided your fate And you take it upon yourself to go’on and write it all down Despite the fact it’s real emotional, or how it might sound."