Standing in My Own Way (Part Two)

Song for my only niece

living out somewhere down south east

Might never hear the music

your father and I are still feuding

Over some bullshit, doesn’t matter in the scene of things

but pride is a beastly king

And while we’re waiting for the other to flinch

times does ever so inch

till three years past, unclaimed riches

I follow you via facebook pictures

First steps and words small enough to hurl

through the air

pearl in a rough world

And recent events, meant I recently stepped

to the far flung Stockholm, far from London

Might be a while, fore we get to share a smile

in a space, forecast’s ain’t great and

You’re deserve more than a bad uncle

just cuz your dad and I are uncool

to not put aside the drama is so foolish

So much more than that and I knew this

What can I say, I let days slip

stubbornness work for a stubborn pay slip

A whole lifetime did from my grasp slip

remorse is the potion I doth sip

Suddenly i get what Bjork had meant

how you can miss who you haven’t met

I guess this is not about you to be honest

But how i didn't deliver on what I promised

To myself, I’d do better than my own dad

Might get a little vexed but Never that mad

But i’m here, and you’re there and it’s a bit sad

Smile and wave

As I drown under my own wave

I keep standing in my own way

Out of sight

Out of mind

You handle your bags

I’ll handle mine

handle my breakdown

on my own time

When we meet, when we meet up I will act fine

Let another one in is the worst of crimes

let another one in is the worst of crimes

if I let you in where am I supposed to hide?

Most rapper are rapping about demons

as a stand-in

for all the criticisms they’ve been given

By most I meant every

by every, I really mean me

Damascus light rains down on me

from my shadow I can never be free

Less bridges left to burn, more to mend

I’m a long term project, that I can’t pretend

Sometimes can’t tell scaffolding from the brick

believing in oneself is a holiest of tricks

Worst enemies from my former friends

basket soggy with full of broken eggs

Come away bruised, and I come way scarred

Midnight cloud obscuring all the stars

short waves to my ex friends from afar

Minor chords on this lonely guitar

On Facebook everybody gang gang

but the profiles mute so you don’t feel the pang

Maybe it was cool and the gang until you mauled it

maybe they was calm and you the one who rocked it

Maybe you unloosened the cords on the corset

maybe no one wanted to play and so they forfeit

remember when you laughed til the morning soared

nowadays the memories are sore.