Before its Over

We grew up innocent laying in dandelion fields until street lights cracked the asphalt,
Illuminating hopes and dreams as distant shadows
Until street lights shined orange as if IT, and the sun set in alternate realms.
Like if we just lay here when the evening suns appear as twinkling memories, we'd be OK.
Cuz laying here beside you in this field seems timeless.
I can see the God in you between your eyes and I know staring at daylight skies becomes blinding but what if all you've ever wanted to come true just did.
It could be inevitable.
Like fireflies and lightening bugs in the summertime, Love you don't have to die.
You could mount wings of deepest fears, hold on tight and perhaps enjoy the ride cuz I promise the trip would be worth it.

You'll see things in their true form which will no longer haunt you.
It's only scary cuz you never travelled that road before,
It seems darker the further you look, but you're the light in the valley.

And coincidentally we still grow.
Think back to simpler times sitting upon rooftops
Sipping grape koolade from the corner store under the same sky.
Beneath crescent moons and rainbow highlights,
Funny how years later
Gunshots still sound like firecrackers in the summer
Mugshots look even more familiar as we wonder how we've outgrown family ties, where the knot go?

As we grow
Carving our own lane,
Friends change with material things
Sippin lean
Popping P's
Cutting dope for fiends
Pimpin hoes and chasing CREAM
Playing niggas to the left faking to be Kings,
Flipping 5's to 20 packs and everything in between.
Losing sight of what's important and forgetting what it means

But you don't have to die Love.
You can mount wings of an angel and ask for understanding.

You'll see things in their true form which will no longer haunt you.
It's only scary cuz you never travelled that road before,
It only seems darker the further you look, but you're the light in the valley and I've prayed for you.

Written letters for the lot of you because memories can sometimes be the death of truth ...