I Have Yet to Speak With God
Damn my future
Damn that shit
I care so much about it
Too much
Looking up in the sky
Sitting on the passenger side
Wondering how I’ll die
If God has abandoned us,
And if why
No more familiar faces
All these strange places
Constant hate
And pressure
Surrounds me
My brain pounds me
These thoughts drown me
Leaving me in sorrow
Not living for day
Stuck in yesterday
Apprehensive for tomorrow.