The Center from Bipolar by Ando San

Blood soak pension in my ashes
lashing at my demons
give me space for my molasses
I arrive to the center of my casket
praying for my soul and give it peace
burning sashes
outlandish
mind is very brittle like a basket
carry all the curses burning hearses
stealing caskets
compacted
running all my thoughts giving passes
not a nigga or nigger just a black kid
worried about the future of my children
even that kid
confused and always hungry for my peace
and love
for the god I think above
is it real?
can I open all my seals?
Pay attention to me.


numbing in my tears make my face stoic
I ain't laughing
believe in me
even if I'm lying in the dirt eating paper leaves
tis is a dream
agonizing ego burning all my seams
wide open
blood out pouring
wanna end it all but my heart out soakin
swallow up the vomit that my mind keeps throwing
on and on, backflowing
talk is tough forgoing
make a brother yell raising hell
mind blowing
terror in the field makes a weak man
Crowing
battle in the filed makes weak man
loathing
all he ever wanted was to see
Life closing
Bet its real
can I open all my seals?

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