Love Letter To Minneapolis

Cracking Codes

Hypocrite

Bachata the justification of your invasion onto my back. 
Tangle me in your tango. 
Chew charlestons into my seams and line me w/ puppet strings propelling me 
Unstoppablly 
Into the mess of your misery and remind me why I'm required to stay. 

Why I've gotta pitch a tent in hell between poles of fire and brimstone 

I been stoned 
self medicating in the vapors of green leaves and serenity 
Praying for peace in the home you built on top of me. 
The one I won't dare to run back to 
The one I'm too scared to call home. 

And don't take this as a fuck you we had no good times poem 
Like I wish I never met him at all poem 
It got better before worse 
18 rounds before i went down for good 
Surrendering the ring to a woman that can stand the heat. 
There was smoke. 

I guess the roof was always on fire
And I need every ounce of my energy now to drag myself out and onwards 

imma need my journal back (Spoken Word)

Rest in Peace to Michael Brown and to every young black man murdered in America, whether by the hands of white or black. I pray that one day the world will be filled with peace and rid of injustice. Only then will we all Be Free - Cole

Hypocrite

Beaky