DE-FAULT DE-FAULTgot a home for your legs when you're sprinting to the door see your balled up skirt clutched 'round your knees, feet are sore. you were sliced right in half. let it ring. it's over. come over. freshly florid cheeks and a dumb drunk mug your ears and eyes incomplete but they're strong 'cause we're young. in the heat, you were born to the headlights. let it ring. it's over. come over. if god decides when it's our time to die then he hates black people and I am so tired of all these RIP t-shirts piling up with new faces I just want to own this problem I want proof that my upbringing will not be the death of me.

Oak Island feat/ Pitchforkmediadotcom- "Summer Heat, Summer Sun" (2006)

my father describes a sickly orange glow. our ascension to heaven could not have come too soon.