Promise

ye lowlives laughing too much never close your eyes til the suns coming up underslept, overdreamt

my whole life trying to speak but silent with so much beneath it that thick wind under the surface you don’t know me or my purpose or my promise, i got promise

your hands & feet for all of their grief turned out to be only your elbows and knees you go farther, you’re just starting to see

and you see that red pen hover in judgement and that census man get those numbers away from us cause honest, we got nothing in our pockets but thin wrists and promise, we got promise

i’m waking up pull me from my sheets in the dark as if in a dream, lifting off let me feel it shift in my blood let me me feel like i’m rising up out of all the ashes & dust out of all the past- that’s done i don’t need what’s long dead & gone, man

i got promise, i got promise…