Broken Tree : Blues Poetry Lyrics

I only met my Auntie once

Now I gotta live with it

Been realizing that's my blood

And so it hits different

To see my last name stamped on a casket

Flowers on top, like a bar on my chest

It's heavy on my heart

The truth weigh a ton

I'm boutta be 30 and and I still don't have a son

That could carry out the legacy of my history blood

When I'm done, who gone tell my story

It's been courageous

My insecurities say fatherhood would probably break me and I

Still get nervous when holding babies

Maturity the only thing I'm praying and

Also that my bros moving safely

The pressure of man when the families endangered

Depression never stands but it's sitting with me lately

I hope it's not contagious, cause stressing is a sin

And fear usually manifested from places within

My Aunti didn't have no kids

So her funeral attendance around ten rather slim

It hurt me deep

I lay awake as this time ticking down to three

Tears shed as I mourn for our casualties

Dear God, strengthen us while we grieve

Please prepare me to add to this broken tree

Amen