Analysis of Just Jots

Born into the unknown
Love don’t live at home
Grew up around abusers and enablers
 No wonder me and my vices tight like anaconda grip
Life like a skating rink, all I do is slip
Until I learn my lesson
Fall back to it
Misusing blessings
Tell my baby call the reverend
Been crossed too much to keep it on my body Very unholy, I know I’m sorry
Too high to not be cautious
African American so I can’t move reckless
Cause if I do they'd make a noose my necklace Old black folk talk to me about faith
And what they see through God’s eyes
Blurred vision in mine
Maybe because I turned on TV and seen picket fences but never crossed the line
Seen people wit nines as well but one never touched I