From the Book - First Ecco paperback edition.
I'm the note held toward the end
The invention of the Super Sadness! was an accident
#FreeMyNiggas but free my niggas
A trilogy everyone watches
I come to you as humbly as I know how
The many times I failed to defend my mother to Our Father
All the things that stretch out my lower back
The Super Sadness! feels like anger which feels like
I ain't never baked a thing from scratch a day in my life
I'm tired of yo ass always crying
If you throw me in this water what you're telling me is you want me dead
Most calvaries have dead people
Who say good folk ain't supposed to die
When I eulogize Our Father
"No one had told her about the end of love"
Gifting back bread & barren land.