Spaceships in the sky

Cold shells be The Break-Up between a man and his lifeless body wake-up crack up the cocaine through your cold veins black and blue through your brain as it takes everything within you to restrain from A drug that makes you feel like you hydroplaning, contemplating insanity and needing A safe place this man has No Faith And soon No face as he sniffs these white lines away  & he don't need two people to send himself up to the moon with one needle and maybe a spoon and soon he'll become consumed into this world he thinks he doesn't belong to It's too soon to try and comfort him Being restrained is what he won't forget when that co-plane meets the endings of his soring  of cocaine through the stars he can't hear you yet blood wet his shirt up cause them bullets didn't have an affect on his soring body! Cause he thinks if he's high as A kite his hurting heart and crippling words wouldn't hurt an honest body any longer! This black man is Not Just A man he was A son & A father!