Curls

(album: Helvetica - 2019)

Rinse this conditioner off
Of all my coils and locs
Lather my chestnut colored skin
I mainly get from my pops
And most the tension dissolves
Right as the temperature talks
See this complexion is a mix of
Both Manilla and chocolate

Filipino and black rooted
Demeanour is soft
This skinny monotone
Is singing out his soul to a faucet
Need to retreat all alone
Should know I seek to be longed
Just like these sentiences
They're searching for some peace on the song

I wanna sing to an audience
Oh be free with my conscience
But I curl in when the world
Is on the brink of applause
I like to sink with my spirit
And get an ear from my God
Believe we're longing for the moments
That lack reason and logic

My friends call us in
When we're not thinking
But honest, I might leave this town
And go live out my life in the tropics
That's my oath to this this earth
[?]
I pray to God, I'm not bartering
Then making peace with my cause

Them a come and evicting us all
Fought in the system is all
Caught in the system is all
Longing