The Last Third

One two

One two

Something don’t sound right

Run it back

One two

One two

One two

Nah it don’t sound right, still don’t sound right

For a change for a while I had the 1st third

After a while it reverted to the 3r third

Among other things she was tired of the 2nd third

Second thoughts turn in to second words

Took a second but I got the message

Took a me a day and a second but I concurred

I prefer to be alone and not preferred

I guess that’s what happens to a dream deferred

Slept together shared the bed but our dreams differed

A lot of could-a would-a should-as maybe even if-as

But if a “if” would’ve made a difference

Two would live an afterlife so legendary

Maybe love would’ve been unconditional

For such a thing suggests the “if’s” unnecessary

Even now writing this I use coded language

More so to save face and try to hide the anguish

So sudden looking back I could see it coming

Devastated but I ain’t got time to languish

Stick out my chest and flex my back to make a

Tough hard bread for a broken heart sandwich

I hope you took enough to last till your one-way trip is done

I hope you’re wise enough to not waste it on a trail of breadcrumbs

Sax solo

One two One two

Can’t even do it; something don’t sound right

One two One two

Nah, still don’t sound right

Trial and truth

Through trials and tribulations

You were tired of my trial and error

Where lies were tried to hide

Some say to try is to fail

My nana says nothing beats a failure but to try

And what am I but a man trying to trade in one coat for another from the

very same leopard

See a different place ever year with the same spots

Trial by fire with no double jeopardy

From the plot where your digs were doing all the building

To the twist that puts you in separate buildings

Where Mrs. Lovejoy said to think of the children

My bond is my choice of word

God forever will

And it will never be enough

Ironic cause it was never enough when our jerseys were the same

A different city in the front

Yours was light mine was dark

But our kids’ replicas bare the same name

We on the same team forever scrimmaging

The chemistry diminished can never be replenished

And I do right by ‘em

Reside on the other side of whatever imma remain by ‘em

Reverted ten for a husband

Criminal negligence

Claim self-defense but guilty as the son of man

We’re both sentenced to freedom or hard labor

To make two daughters and a son understand