I
I have a message for you
Here in the center of a bottle
Covered in the weakest of fuels
You have the jets
And the shares

Thrown in response to a plan
kept hidden in a royal blue pocket
After binging the tiniest hands
Fell still,
Grasping for air

II
the child of god silently prayed
golden tan frozen on top of them
Legs drenched from water play
The wallet
let it be near

single key out of place
He’d locked a draw never guessing that they saw him
collection of faces and names
Now they’re exposed
Harder to fear

It made the news
Sang the blues
wore the blues
played the fool
It’s all a game
First person shoot
Stop or they’ll shoot
Go or they’ll
Fire on him BA! BA!

III
I have questions for you
Did the carpenter tell you to hunt me?
What if your answers weren’t true?
Would you feel lost?
What would you wear?

Of all the scenes they unlocked in that drawer
The one that haunts me,
helps me let go
The symbol carved into the floor
It’s details, so much care

IV
The people bowed and held hands
strongest fuel poured on a fire
A working man did a holy dance
Becoming one,
with his craft

The crowd rushed for the stage
To claim pieces of his carbon
His tool-belt ablaze
Ashes fell,
fade to black

It made the news
Sang the blues
Wore the blues
played the fool
It’s all a game
First person shoot
Stop or they’ll shoot
Go or they’ll
Fire on him BA! BA!

Now we know
patterns weren’t random
They were never caused by lack of me

Didn’t we know
signs point to planning
Moments arranged publicly

We must have known
January landed
Intending to erase our liberties

All I know
A cool little scammer
Pretending to be

Lil homie
bought his
chips
Then he
bowed
Like he
known for
masked up
Walking
With the
cats He
play the
songs for
Headed
home
warm
breeze
Buddy
peaking
through the
blinds
Why he
wearing
long
sleeves
Is he
throwing
gang
signs
Whoa
thats a
violin
Oper
Ator
help
please
sketchy
person,
bad
person
Send a
blue,
send
three
Take him
down
He’s a
mutant
Hurry
take his
power
YAH
Hurry
get the
special
K
Fire
on him
BA!
BA! My
name is
Eli
Jah
Mc
Lain
I was
going
home
That’s what
I was
doing
(What you
doing?)
Just
going
home
I’m an
intro
Vert
and I’m
different
(Really?
What that
mean?)
I’m just
different.
that’s all.
(you have a
gun or
any
Thing?)
I’m so
sorry.
I have
no
gun.
I don’t
do that
stuff.
I don’t
do
any
fighting.
(why you
seem so
strong to
us?)
Why are
you att
Acking me?
I don’t
even
kill flies
I
don’t
eat
meat
All I
all I
all I
all I

All He was trying to do
was become better
He was going home

He intended to take his power
To be better
To go home

January burns the calendar
And it’s self
To stop him from going home

But I have a message in a bottle
A message in a bottle

V
This January is the plan
Haha
Molded in the heat of ten summers
Haha
Hidden in a footnote’s tan
Haha
Quietly as kept there among us

It seems our dungeons are too full
There’s a premium on violence
Maybe we’ll feel more secure
With all the problem children silenced

But it won’t stop there
It won’t stop there
It won’t stop there
It won’t stop