No Room to Form

Ain’t no form       out here   
I’m your blade cleaving        leaving 
No throat uncut        stayin’ stacked on air     People sayin’        
you can’t make me happy           
police        this corner     Politicians     police everybody 
wants us dead—gentrify this hood like they 
got us bodied     but we movin’ our stars like chess pieces my love    
don’t give them one kill-toned drop     our love don’t split or spill f
or nobody         what new approach to killing they got we can’t yeet from      
promise      we gonna be        just fine        I’ll never stop this work. 
You               streetlights on clear nights       be my song     Your heart            
my beat-drop, joy dripping       between your fingers       palm-up        
holding down tomorrow         us wishin’ a motherf—look       

blood moving      heart to hands           
freein’ space     for    opps    wanting  to pull up.