Pig Pen

Keep it pushing stick pin in a cushion

Pig pen live in Brooklyn

All my **** cousins

All yo **** bluffin

Cheers to having nothing

Beers for all yo husbands

Thank god im black , how jah is that that

The jaw I jack

Draws jawns in back

To the front of my Act

I could front on there asks like the me of the past

Tense meetings I’ve had

Dipped off on my ten speed, meet three at my pad

Needing it bad

My **** need dads

Other **** need bags they could match they worth wit

I ain’t perfect looking for permanence in her purses

Who lifting curses? I got a few that need some work with

Some follow through, call and response straight through my hollow roots

Smile and say Mahalo too

Anything could help cuz

Been cut up in so many ways who knows if this shits healed blood

Was scared and through a flare up in the air but that shit real dud

Holla if you hear me need some healing in your earbuds

Some ringing in your inner reachings teach where I feel fear from

On Plato with my shadow hoping that the hills come

Keep it pushing stick pin in a cushion

Pig pen live in Brooklyn

All my **** cousins

All yo **** bluffin

Cheers to having nothing

Beers for all yo husbands

Say dat, that part

Zig zag to head start

Big bag of humble brags, only to be mumbled as something subtle

Like my two step, a selfish shuffle

Knuck if you buck but buckle up try not get too comfortable

I ain’t gone hold you, less you ask me

And even then I’ll play pretend and let me let you gas me

The past ain’t past me, prolly out last me

Can’t let it go cuz this shit comes back in my sleep

So I been packing my things, lacking accurate images of happier beings

Trynna manage my seeing

So I mildly move into grooves that be deceiving

What’s good in evenings, will you be breathing

Got reason to suspect not, meet me at the dead lot

We could hold hands, make a plan and cop some dead stock

Already said lots, untangle my head knocks

Won't damage my dreadlocks, manage our heads thoughts