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letra de god in glass ceilings - s. reidy

[verse 1: skech185]
my grandmother said an end times sermon with the comfort i never felt in kisses
or birthday wishes
my father, perched defensive, bothered by the obvious tension
i was raised around all of the violence america could churn out
burned out in class from nights of adult problems, but that was normal
evolved into the enemy of the village
the crime? an aging face
zip tied and handcuffed
saving grace was a generation in the samе boat
fed black eugenics, slave songs with ambitions burnеd down, caught in the rip tide
expected to fill the gap with children thanking god i can get by
little willie got a job on monday
was called a bum on sunday
the difference a day makes soured approval converting debt into a gangway
so i’m supposed to not quietly as a 91 year old says to prepare for the fire?
after asking for grandchildren to shepherded to the same fate?
the one who abandoned the family?
the prodigal heretic
with a redacted life? treated as light refracted through the windows of a city bus
viewed as a limelight on failure, refusing to find god in glass ceilings
these aren’t family gatherings, they’re job interviews for memory
can’t shake that feeling, so i smiled and changed subjects
saved frowns for planes taxiing
it feels great to be back home, i swear
i’ll be back before the snow touches down
with five more minutes of humanity expanded into an hour long conversation
no, i don’t wish for different
anything other than this would be suspicious
we’re all trying our best, i get it
so know my “best” is my absence when constantly being reminded of what i’m missing
as if that shame will make me run back for this repetition
[verse 2: s. reidy]
rude awakenings, i slept for a week
picked my motives by the basis of the faces on me
i stood up, started champing at the bit to succeed
used to aching with the meek inherited self relief
embarrassed how it could be, me sobbing deep just for me
pictured posses picking posies in h-ll, it was dream
found the beauty in the life i thought was shrouded in grief
so confusing when you fight to be a fraction of free
and this my flow of conscientious
i had homies pushing weight, my bros anonymous
he out the game now
was around the same time when nothing was the same came out
so many ways it could’ve went south, but we’re okay now
this life’s so precious, to keep it in tact
i had to murder half the lessons that i learned from my past
to be a decent human takes a lot to adapt
but the beating led to healing, heeding all that i am
and i got brothers hooked on ‘h’ it beat their heart to the ground
i dread one day i hit their line, they never answer again
i hate that growing old’s synonymous with loss of control
i saw yahweh take the wheel, and it sent shivers to the center of my tired bones
that’s how it goes along the hero’s journey
gathered all i had, and i asked me myself if i was worthy
bolted from that starting line, though i been in this
i swear there ain’t no time or limit, jump into your genesis
go
go

- s reidy

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