i conspire to have my words never expire
solid as my flesh
recyclable like my cremated ash
when i leave dont grieve
raise my body in the trees
let the birds feed, so that my soul can see
from the clouds where the rain is gatherring
from the result of ancient actions do i stand
to reign over torn city
let my seeds bloom amidst the concrete
let the children carve dreams on our backs
chalk drawings instead of tag wars
if i never come back, the blood was drawn to pay for
the loss of my heart
this the art of creation can only gather pre-existing reality
before this time loyalty, the fabric of the mind
burnt for a high?
i'll never bunn my family
you cant break our ties