*
Breathe
I’m saving my life these days
You listening
I’m saving my life
Hope you’ll hear my moment
Hope you’ll hear my breath
*
Breathe
I am the anger sheathed
With no bullshit
The blistering wide open
It’s my concrete scrape
It’s my bent neck
*
Breathe
I am neck up blind
But for my child’s face
Shifting in the darkness
In this carved blood moment
The struggle wrenches full
*
Breathe
I am saving my life these days
In know that bullet
Cracked me open
I knew I was gone
I get it
Breathe
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