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Where do you hide your secrets and lies

Lulita got a white dress

Her momma so proud

Grandma right behind

Glowing eyes full of pride

Watching baby girl hit her stride

Three generations all on the same path

Lulita got her momma ol bag

Keeps all her stories inside

If you could hear the yell as it flops at her side

If only Grammy knew how she bought that dress

Maybe she be less impressed

They passed the shame out the zip to another fanny pack

Sara got around her back all her secrets and lies

All surprised by the lines of the preacher

Looking thru their souls

Poetically to teach em

Use the same stories passed down

Flipped around just to reach em

Polarized from the pedestal

Sara jumped up her soul in duress

She don’t know how to confess

Office hours every Wednesday

pastor deep in her dress



Street riddles grab the mental

That punk shit we off that

A born bitch is non fact

The world manufact that

She keep her secrets in her eyes

So captivated by the people passing

Like she wanna switch lives

Off a whim when she see em gassed up

I offer up a flower and she didn’t pass up

we dance down afternoon delight

She ain’t say she had a guy so now

We both in on a lie

What if you see my pain and how I’m searching before you feel these words I’m holdin

Don’t believe me when I say your baby moms comes to me

She forget you happily

slob me down and brag all about my length

So even if you thought it was you

She couldn’t behave

Not even your fault dawg

and jumping in front that bullet

Like a wound missing Salt

keep it to ya self Don’t break ya own heart

But still there’s my pain

She ain’t even mention my name

I don’t know how to confess





What a crazy sat day night

Heading to the church hummin another sat day night

Get there a Lil early sit off to the right

Bump into deacon Sherman at the water fountain like

He must’ve seen the fade on my face in my eye

Today he laughed and leaned in shook a lil baggie white inside

Put his arm around me told me it was time to learn some things

He told me about Sara, see to he and pastor she was their pusher

Lines for lines they need a boost sometimes

Service start my mind dazed

I see deac with his family

wife lulita & Grammy

His wife has just fed me

But what was fancy she proclaimed lulita

Was a miracle unexplained baby

Then it clicked her eyes and preachers

Was more kin they shared the same facial features

They ride it out in the bleachers

Cause they

They don’t know to confess