Word To You

I’m scared of time.

I don’t think we’ll ever have enough.

I know you think I’m bailing

and bitchin’

when times get rough.

But baby, lately

I just been going crazy-

reminiscing,

and having premonitions

that they gon’ take you.

//

I just be begging God

to never let our time be up.

In between the lines,

we trust.

But I swear,

I never doubted us-

like Beatrix had her mind made up.

That’s how I’ll always rock for us.

//

Lingering in linguistics,

leave they heads twisted

’til they ties is up.

And time is up.

It’s our time now.

//

Even walking down the aisle,

the thought of the nerve of ’em

to not smile

and clap for us-

could turn this lil chick vile.

//

All in God’s home,

it can get hazardous.

War zone.

Savage-

for my daddy.

It’s gon’ be a fucking massacre.