The Heat From The Hit

Days went with the weather.
Lightning flickers, with the roaring thunder.
In came the flood. The flood was hard.
Here’s the hard part. The flood sh(ar)ed blood.
I sailed my raft, despite tension draft.
This ain’t a time for a laugh.
A true test of crafts. No fluffs.
Tension river, ain’t no single endeavor.
I lost the paper, which covered the metres.
People I met, fed me with this fact:
"It's your bad. Eu lost the map."
The tides are bad, cut me some slack.
That's my best bet, that I can expect.
Cause I know that, it's ma bad. Ma fucking bad.
Halfway through the floods, I met the guards.
These coast guards, took what I've got, to heart.
"Talk a walk bud, we’ll ease the flood.
Your raft’s too weak, to take the heat."
I look down at ma feet.
Below it, ma raft creaks, like it's gonna split.
Here i admit, this ain’t no easy feat,
But peeps, listen to me preach, and say ma last bit.
Look at titanic, the world’s largest ship.
She went down deep, deep from the hit.
I am the captain of this trip.
My conscience creeps,
My guilt they eat, and big time they did.
But i will bleed, if i have to bleed.
‘He’ forbids, all ma deeds.
These deeds - albeit - are now called ‘dids’.
It's now I seek, as the currents hit.
Give me a chance, to clear ma shit.
A little faith, is all I need.
Farewell I bid. It's ma bad hit.