Cascading vulnerability into sweaty palms
You admire this, why?
Generations of abuse making ineffectual barriers
A clan of farmers turned into a klan of harmers
Lashing out at darkened flesh while they macerate their own
Generational poverty and how many generations?
All of them, all of them, but cut off from the soil what truth do we know?
Alcoholism, suicide
We say ride or die and choose to die
Are forced to die
And we blame it on everyone but those responsible
Who suckle on the milk of our hatred
Gotta feed the system
You admire this, why?
In the death throes of family history I’ve forgotten how to lie
Sorry for the sweaty palms