If Luck Was A Lady

They say that if it bleeds it's alive,

and God created all of usbut right now at this point in time,

i'm feeling discardedAs the sun hits the shades,

and tiger strikes my nightmares I'm finding all the feelings I've been searching for,

alrighthere in the moment,

look into my soulbreak that boundary that's empounding me to forfeit what I hold,

and move past itI keep my dreams wrapped in plasticretrack my past steps to catch it with my last breath so,

who wants to know what it's like,to feel the things I touch and wipe the blood off of my lifecause it's all broken bones here,

open wounds that don't healchokin on my own fears,

drowning in my own tearsHuman;

and that's the way that I remainfuck fighting my beliefs and limiting what I should sayfuck standing with my arms out,

hoping I'll be saved and fuck screaming at myself tying to make it through the dayI write life down,

and it's coherent when I speakraise the hairs up off the back and the neck like a static cling,

go I said if luck was a lady,

she'd never let me buy that drinkthe tongue slipping in my eyes won't blink,

and if yourGod was a woman,

her boyfriend would beat her kids now I got more scars than teenagers' wrists,

and if thetime was my father,

he'd missed all of my birthdaysdrinking with his friends and now it's hurting in the worst wayand,

I can say it just the way that i know they say the pain sticks with you,

i'm training to let it go so,

hold onto this one,

and save it for your bad daysopen up that passion in my words to make the glass breakand,

I don't know if my written words can affect youbut listen to my heart and every single breath I stess throughCome on!

This is not a note to hip hopall i'm trying to do is make that quiver on my lip stopand,

chase out the bad scentpurpose thinks he's got me figured toward science now and I ain't even ass-checkedtell,

meet the treading water championthe other side of happiness,

the most that y'all are standing inraise up,

and try to capture the trustcause I move with all my passions and extract what I mustand I move with all my people and I act when I mustto take a con-honored stab at them,

peeling the rustnow despite all of my efforts,

I'll always play the lownow,

if something in this catches you,

you best to let it show I said if luck was a lady,

she'd never let me buy that drinkthe tongue slipping in my eyes won't blink,

and if your God was a woman,

her boyfriend would beat her kidsnow I got more scars than teenagers' wrists,

and if thetime was my father,

he'd missed all of my birthdaysdrinking with his friends and now it's hurting in the worst wayand,

I can say it just the way that i knowthey say the pain sticks with you,

i'm training to let it go