No matter how far you fall,

there's always a pull to be strong-


leftover animal resolve.



No matter how far you fall,

there's always the urge

to go all the way down.



Today on a ghetto street

I heard birds and people meet in sound.

It was beautiful, it was terrible.

I feel a rupture in my brain,

am I finally going insane?

Did the transformation begin?

Am I growing a brand new skin?

I hope so.

I need it.

I am so raw.



No matter how far you fall,

there's always a hand to yank you back-

accept the hand but understand

it's a complicated pact.

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