[Verse Castle] Theres history in this room here, although its changed over time In spite of new furnishings, wall colour, insides Our room where the fam communed like a church revival Life lessons I consumed as [?] for survival Home schooled and [?] was acknowledged from the Bible Where I necked [Matila?] Be quiet before they find you My uncle told his jokes here, knowledge he imparted Id absorb here He left us, alls thats left of him is this portrait Sculptures of Savannah frozen in time Dcor, tables and walls, once cracked from a fall Heres where I lost God, curiosity questioned moms certainty She wiped angry tears for a lost cause Pricey [?] and biscuits consumed by the babies While their parents trade God spoke of black tea and pastries Fam, friends lost their life, car keys as she Grieved for her murdered husband Tears crashed against the knees Siblings and cousins do each other with a dance routine Chocolate grandmothers still managin tickle, tickle, pick Who kicked the chair into the big screen? Punished like Frank Castle when they roam the streets Where the jigs trained guns at our necks As UPS dropped a pack shipped from my moms ex Where we all wept as they put our hands in cuffs Where we welcomed their return, said our grace and got stuffed Where I collapsed when my first love dumped me Where I had to do a dance for my moms company Where I took solace when my little cousin [?] Where I saw the towers fall in the name of God Move her from this sanctuary it feels so hard Maybe I could carry on this legacy from afar Maybe I could carry on this legacy
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