笨小笨Rest in Poetry (Explicit)歌词由Jrose演唱，出自专辑《Pieces of My Crumbled Thoughts (Explicit)》，下面是《Rest in Poetry (Explicit)》完整版歌词！
Rest in Poetry (Explicit)歌词完整版
This is a eulogy for the apologies I'll never receive
Dead sorry's never spoken through living lips made it hard to believe
In myself and in others
But today, we lay to rest pieces of my crumbled thoughts
We mourn the trust issues that transitioned from "often" to coffin
The morgue of wrongs embalming my rights before their time
The solitude that seemed more chronic than circumstantial
Intrusive thoughts that sat around campfires telling ghosted stories of abandonment
I once knew a glint of hope named Promises
We met in my Mother's joy
But our trust was broken by my Father's voice
So promises never lingered long enough to be kept as a choice
Today, it's with a heavy heart, you will follow the heavy hearse I carry on my shoulders
Blinking lights leading into a cemetery of fractured roses
Petals, stems and thorns spread into melancholic mosaic masterpieces of
Every time I blamed myself for not being loved right
Every time I overthought myself onto a ledge thinner than my patience
This procession is for the progression they tried to keep from me
The growth they tried to stunt on me
The exchanges of energy that emptied out full clips of my empathy
Numbing bullets, trying to bring an end to me
Cuz pride went from being a friend to an enemy
Wow.... that escalated rather heavily
Walk slowly with me past decrepit crypts, withered from when deception hit
until we reach the end of the road
A final resting place where a marvel of a marble tombstone reads
"Here lies the unaccounted ability to hold yourself accountable"
Well, look at that shit!
Even in my own ego death I fall into fault lines
Where "everything's my fault" lies
But call me San Andres now
The way my shift causes earthquakes like a fault line
I'm standing in this grave, only 8 inches away from the surface
So why does it feel like it's taking more than 8 miles for me to be at my own service
Maybe it's those burned bridges that cremated broken bonds like a furnace
Turning blood into ashes, making water thicker with purpose
Pass me the pot cuz I ain't afraid to stir this
These "Gravediggers" disguised as condolences
Like them people that lend an ear just to know your business
This is a eulogy for a past that cannot be resurrected .....
May it finally rest in poetry.....
I mean peacefully in this closed casket of ink
Ready to be buried like a hatchet that refuses to sink
Farewell to it all
Please don't cry for me
I'm bowing out gracefully
There's no tears to be shed
Let us pay our regrets....
I mean pay our respects and bow our heads
Face our crowns towards this stage
I mean this grave.
And fill it with roses instead
