“who are you?”

“what makes you think you’re any different?”

Funny you say, honestly I wouldn’t be specific.

My roots run the ocean, sleep with the sun

These roots paint sidewalks with toted guns

Buttered knives if you prefer beans

These roots bounce with every step, nourishing every net

here, it’s worth while to see

how the earth is our vase and we won’t dry out

melanin lives but it can die out

if you’re damned enough to cause a drought

that big

tried in 08 and here came the great decline

I’m sorry sir

may your soul continue to Rest In Peace and shine