Out The Blood

[INTRO] (Breath.) Tell me… How much of your life… Did you choose? And how much… Chose you? … Let’s go. ⸻ [PURGE] We here, stagnant within thinking we winning, when really we lose, muddy hands trying to wash blood with dirt, dirt on our chest, dirt on our face, dirt on our shirt, searching for worth in a world that sells worth by the purchase, purpose purchased, person to person, hurting on purpose because purpose forgot the person, pressure pressing presence into presents that never present peace, proving nothing proves something until proof needs proof just to prove relief, doctor writes pills, dealer writes deals, different pens signing the very same meal, numbness dressed in business casual, pain dressed like fashion, everybody selling salvation with transactional compassion, buy another dream, build another image, mirror gets cleaner while the soul gets filthy, empty gut screaming “feed me” while the heart whispers “feel me,” blood underneath every footprint, love underneath every wound, stomp what saves us, praise what enslaves us, lust dressed up as ambition, fear wearing confidence, trauma selling certainty, certainty auctioning innocence, who taught us to survive but never showed us how to live? Who handed us a crown made out of chains and called it freedom? Chase another chaser, buy another savior, high…oh hi? Clyde Drexler gliding past another version of myself I thought I’d become, trail blazing through smoke looking for fire while standing inside the flame all along… (Breath.) … Maybe… The blood Was never behind me. Maybe… It’s what carried me The whole time.