The Verge - Substantial, Steph, The Sapphic Songstress, Haruka Nakamura

Now I lay me down to sleep

I pray the Lord my soul to keep

Thy angels watch me through the night

Till I wake to morning’s light

Amen

Him and his wife stuck together for the kids right?

But the situation’s left hand dap, it ain’t right

They argue and pick fights, noon to midnight

Hopefully these verbal exchanges don’t lead to fist fights

He says to himself he want to get this right

But the voice in his head is softer than Brian McKnight’s

He wanna max well, that failed in spite

Of a gallant effort and a plethora of insight, which might

Be the reason he ain’t slept in 6 nights

Now a bottle of brown liquor is his vice

Things continue to go wrong with Miss Right

Damn, this ain’t what he had planned… for his life

Stares deep into the mirror and dislikes

The man staring back at him now he wish life

Would just come to an end, he should think twice

No turning back when that last breath leave you windpipe

The Devil’s a lie and he will entice you

When you feel real low and your shit’s tight too

Your fire and desire becomes a dim light

Now each day he pray something that’ll ignite

And spark his soul once again despite

The recent challenges he’s facing are a bit trife

Meanwhile he sending better days am invite

So close to the edge, soon to be in-flight.

Hold on!

He’s on the verge

And it seems that she’s on the verge

And it seems that we on the verge

Then we’re so close to the edge

Sometimes I even feel like it’s easier to exit

And I understand why so many brothers jetted

When life’s hell hard to tell when you’re blessed

Can’t have a testimony until you’re tested

And for me and my siblings who are a sextet

We’ve received death threats even been molested

Running most of our lives ain’t get to rest yet

Like us beating the odds is our best bet

And as a teen almost got a youngin pregnant

Livin' fast chasin' that ass unprotected

Lame trying to get in the game with no helmet

Fool trying to be cool and smoother than velvet

It was suggested that I go get tested

Thankfully, I’m negative that’s what the test said

Attitude’s positive the opposite of wretched

Cut off what’s killing me like Grand Daddy left leg

What the Blood clot?!

Family ties with red thread

Bloodline hold me together whenever faced by the dreaded

Man this wicked world is so infested

With roaches and rats, suckers with gats dead set

On leaving bullets embedded in your head set

This the main world I known since I used to bed wet

Up’s where we’re headed

Give a brother credit

I maintain and ain’t fall of the edge yet

Give thanks