It’s a war just to begin…
Sometimes it takes all you got just to reach the beginning.
forget what comes after you even get the chance to finish.
the arc of the grind is long, but an honest man
knows no promise at the bottom of a jostled olive branch.
look back through each and every fault in Gene –
you’ll see everybody got a Separate War & Piece,
fallen to leaves, sand and the mud,
the strength of a dove to anchor your blood.
an ark in the storm, stranded for months –
it takes every charge in your gut
just to make the start of the gun.
the arc of the grind longs for a rest in peace,
but it’s War just to begin and there ain’t no guarantees
it’s war just to begin – there’s no guarantees
it’s war just to begin – there’s no guarantees
Whether 10 months or just over the span of a week,
a raven and two doves or one returning branch in its beak,
when the levee breaks, there’s no way to measure depth of its weight
till you test your craft against the strength of the waves.
I know that we ain’t the first to wade through
these floodgates claiming a deluge of paid dues,
but the plain truth is if this was easy,
then everybody would sail through.
it’s supposed to be hard. from the sky,
drowned bodies look like flies on the water.
iridescent eyes float to smile by the alter.
the same goddess who made covenant rain bow
reigned both over love and war in the same stroke.
it’s war just to begin – there’s no guarantees
it’s war just to begin – there’s no guarantees
from the sky
drowned bodies
look like flies
on the water