Broken blue nights sparked blood
I let all of my passion flow like all the dead love dug up and resurrected.
I remember before they gentrified Brooklyn
They should've known not to fuck with little girl blue
I guess they thought she'd accept her loses and walk away from it, She came back like wildfire spraying bullets from that car, I knew it was raining bullets all over cause I had that sound memorized, internalized, The sound I heard everytime I got off the bus at north philly, and up past the decomposing buildings to the bad lands. That sound I heard for the first time I was 14 in hartford and everyone got on the ground so fast. I guess I took a little longer because bone looked up laughing saying "Shit Lily, when you hear that, it ain't no damn fourth of july firecrackers." I knew what the sound was, and what it meant, But I stopped ducking down a couple years ago, and it definitely didn't have anything to do with bravery, just carelessness.
Wild look in her eye and old school harlem gangsters just stood by her, lifting their guns, spilling blood on those stairs, On that sidewalk and up to that copycat door spraypainted "No place to do your dope, if you don't respect yourself, respect my home." I laughed at the irony, sort of knew what was coming after she spoke to me, her language was a fucked up form of poetry.
Ligtning girl, i wish i could calm your skies.
I guess she thought she'd be free.
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I let all of my passion flow like all the dead love dug up and resurrected.
I remember before they gentrified Brooklyn
They should've known not to fuck with little girl blue
I guess they thought she'd accept her loses and walk away from it, She came back like wildfire spraying bullets from that car, I knew it was raining bullets all over cause I had that sound memorized, internalized, The sound I heard everytime I got off the bus at north philly, and up past the decomposing buildings to the bad lands. That sound I heard for the first time I was 14 in hartford and everyone got on the ground so fast. I guess I took a little longer because bone looked up laughing saying "Shit Lily, when you hear that, it ain't no damn fourth of july firecrackers." I knew what the sound was, and what it meant, But I stopped ducking down a couple years ago, and it definitely didn't have anything to do with bravery, just carelessness.
Wild look in her eye and old school harlem gangsters just stood by her, lifting their guns, spilling blood on those stairs, On that sidewalk and up to that copycat door spraypainted "No place to do your dope, if you don't respect yourself, respect my home." I laughed at the irony, sort of knew what was coming after she spoke to me, her language was a fucked up form of poetry.
Ligtning girl, i wish i could calm your skies.
I guess she thought she'd be free.
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maybe i'm trying to turn nothing into something. impressions. inventions. intentions... perhaps.
i'll be in town on sunday, lily.