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How many seas have I crossed for you...
How many more names must I cross through
How many times can I write rhymes
Then kneel at the cross asking what more must I do...
On the Atlantic
It's almost like I planned it
What was once a fond memory, now I can't stand it
Oh how I want to lay that burden down
A confirmation of what is sought shall be found
I thought I just needed to be a better finder
Told satan to get behind her...
Talked about her in 3rd person
So not even I would know I was hurtin'
Can I add Ontario into the scenario
if I was just a kid Fishing on a lake...
And only dreaming about what it would take?
Siren call so specific
Lyric Muse so prolific
She returned to the Pacific
The place of pain
Land of no rain
I forced fruits That I may never eat
The knowledge was sweet
But the seed was bitter And I refuse to plant it
when I'm taken for granted
Hey, You...
Do you too
feel cursed cause you have no roots?
Eve is blamed in the evening
when there's no meal prepared...
But what about the fall when the ground was bare?
Do you know when to till?
Or just wait until... we meet
Or when it's time to eat
or after this carnivore
has once more taken to the shore
then you decide to dung the dirt- you procrastinating piece of sh*t
May God bless your soil
because he already cursed the toil
so there's reciprocity in it.
My tongue is cold isn't it?
But it's cathartic...
Up here in the Arctic.
And now you askin' Abraham "Why don't she Cool it?"
But there's a Gulf between you, me, and who I used to be
I know I'm late Xscape
but the answer's neither
And If I were Nas, this would be Ether...
and if you were Jay, I wouldn't make anotha' you either
To you, that scorned lover sounds evil
But, Damn-it-Danny-Glover she Lethal
And I can do it at a distance...
I made it this far off of resistance
I forged an anchor out of resentment
So when I stop to make sure the sail's intact
It reminds me to never look back.
It's soul-baring what I'm sharing
It's soul searching what I'm daring
I planned for it...
On forward...
toward the untoward Bering Sea
No longer looking for him, I've been discovering me
So if you're seeking... right here... right here's where I'll be
Cause I've come too far through the sieve
to give reprieve to a would-be match
You best believe... I'm the Deadliest Catch
No Redemption... No Get-backs... No woman-No Cry
*Penned December 2016
