#workingonthatcomeback

I ain’t never been myself since my dad’s gone passed; the come-up kid found himself finish last. No one’s really talking, but still feeling put on blast. The world keeps turning and it’s turning too fast. Kid grows up and still plays at play; take it all stride-by-stride, and days by day. Tries to write again, and pick up the pen. Don’t got much to say, it all wastes away. I can’t grow up, I’m not yet a man. Backbones, bone meal, to ashes shook the world by its foundations, building a grown-up ground-up with orphaned motivations.