Hurt is a place, desolate forced solitude,
Hurt is realizing this is the last embrace; souls transcend into molecules.
Hurt is leaning over a coffin, there’s no need to cry,
Hurt is escaping common sense, been always asking “why?”.
Hurt is an occurrence; a life of pain prolongs the mood,
Hurt is fuel for your life; adjust your cruising altitude.
Hurt becomes the passion that defies simplest forms of logic,
Hurt births the vision of the Grammy while you’re singing acapella in the projects.
Hurt is the sting of injustice; I keep some skittles and a hood,
Hurt is a cousin of “confusion”, whose twin sister is “misunderstood”.
But in the family tree of faith, the offspring share a brilliant shade of hope,
Hurt is your condition for a season, preparing u for the battles that matter most.
Hurt will not last forever; joy rises in the east,
Hurt may sting on the outside, but it cannot rob your inner peace.