The works of my hands will never endure The words of my mouth are even less sure Because my disease is one with no cure
So all I can do is share it with you Just you and me and our mortality
And damn it here I am smoking again Trying to burn off existential pain I guess but what a mess we both are in!
So baby maybe I just choose to sin A little to stay whole and save my soul
Brother in dusk down here waiting for dawn Homeboy in heartbreak as we reach for hope Hang on with me for awhile as we grope For some light until our darkness is gone
Still Living on my Feet is the follow up to Tichaona Chinyelu’s first book, In the Whirlwind, which was rooted in a sense of hard-hitting revolutionary black love. However, in this sophomore effort, Tichaona brings the revolutionary essence from deep
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