the cold kiss of concrete
the rain in july
your soft sigh of relief
as you empty your mind

you made me a liar
when you dressed us in white
thought acting like angles
could *** us a ride

you said drive me to heaven
don't mind the lights
lets miss these long mornings
for the rest of our lives

you're trying to tell me
there's actions to my consequences?

despite this disease,
the jackpot's at 62 million

i  saw this kid outside my house,
holding this hammer.

he asked me if i had cash.

i  said "no".

he said "your pocket knife won't save you".

i  didn't have a pocket knife,
so he just walked away.

up the street some kids lit off fireworks.

i  stopped to watch.

"did you hear grace baptist just raffled off an ar-fifteen?"

all i've got is this hammer.

i saw this on a sign today so i know it can also be spelled:

know justice. know peace.

it'll never happen, but if it did;

wouldn't it be nice if our protests became parades?

it's not just the sun that lets us live but our distance from it.