In the step program they say "hand over your will to your higher power. God as you understand him." for me, my higher power isnt God but truth.
I feel like Common when he said that truth had him up against the ropes semi conscious without no boxing skills.
Truth is like a rapist, hands forced between my denim and my pubic hair.
Truth tries to tear into my skin, with his tongue in my throat. Im not strong enough to fight it.
The truth is in the tracks of my lipstick on countless pillows up and down the west coast.
The truth is the texture of my skin, how soft it will fall away when you cut it open to look at my insides.
My two hearts will beat, independent from any blood source, in time with trumpets and bucket drums.
Bass heavy hip hop beats and the shine of angellic harp strings.
