i got friends in high places.
look up, familiar faces.
look left, look right, no traces.
i'm the one that fell behind.
i got homies who don't know me,
confidantes who can't console me.
soul brothers and ex-lovers
keep their distance.
i keep mine.
exercise the pen and paper...
exorcise the weight to vapor...
close my eyes and say a prayer.
did it evaporate? or rise?
pour a shot and toast to Death.
throw it back, catch my breath.
this is hell (quiet as kept).
nothing left to do but rise.
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