Tea (feat. Jay Turner)

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[Ben's Xpresso]

One, two, three spoons of sweet sucrose
Dissolving in the hottest of kettle-boiled H20
Filled with the rich flavour of Five Roses
And speaking of roses
Nearly three years since your last petal was plucked
When those cell-sized demons became settled and stuck
And we knew that you'd be swept up by death's broom
And that your sun would set soon
Death broke into our house
And stole my tongue
It robbed you of your ears
The house is quiet
Our bond was deep and if you hadn't gone to sleep
I would have had so much to tell you
Where would I begin?

After giving you a teacup on a saucer,
Maybe I'd start off by telling you
Dat ek deesdae 7de Laan kyk
Ek hou van hoe Lana lyk
En as ek Khetiwe sien, ek raak baar
Maar die skrywers maak naar
Want hulle breek op al die nxa verhoudings
Soapies op Catch Up elke dag was jou ding
But there's so much more than Hillside drama that I wanna reveal to my Mama
Unfortunately he picked up the bottle again
He would drink up Johnny Walker with friends
But thank God he switched up and stopped in the end
We've seen the Lord fix up the Toppie, amen

The kettle is still boiling as I reach for a small cup
Your years of resilience reveal that you're tough
Wait, is the tea tasty and fine?
And should I add milk?
Jerdrè, Mason and I
The kids you have built
And in your home
New seasons didn't just come with fallen leaves or cooler weather
A new season in Aunty Milly's home came with different-coloured tablecloths, curtains and pillowcases
I wrote this in a room with blue curtains while feeling blue
Let me make another cup and tell you about my healing wounds

You'll remember how I strayed away from the faith
But you died before He paved the way by His grace
I believe you prayed for days for me to cave
And after a crazy phase I escaped
But how all that happened, Mother, is a story for another day
Thankfully the Resurrection promises another day
With fields full of mint leaves and trees bearing coffee seeds
And over coffee cups in the kingdom
Or over tea on tables prepared by the Trinity
We can talk and laugh and reminisce throughout eternity

Xpress

[Jay Turner]

Hot chocolate, tea or Hug in a Mug?
The hot pot it screams as I tug in the mug
What's hard is you'll not receive any one from above
And so my heart don't pump, it bleeds for a hug with some love
I think back to blue skies when I was vibrant
When life was filled with true smiles and a child was hyper
This life was lighter
You piled the miles of plight
The zoo vile
Fights and strife was futile
To the mind of a child
Ignorance is bliss
Now that I inspect it
Cause the true world it reflected
As the cancer paved your exit
And before I reached my senses
And frivolity was separate
Death remedied your cancer now I regret I am infected

Your petals are plucked
The rose's petals are plucked
My soul can't settle I touch
And hold your memo of love
I stroke in guilt and thus
I'm poked by thorns of bud
Poked by thorns of the bud
I'm poked by missed love
The rose's petals are plucked
Not leaves that's fallen to dust
But seeds that's fallen to mud
Your memory's a legacy
In sensory of your pleasant tree
Ascendancy of tendencies that's evil
Seems so sweatless, see
I expedite your strength which transcended any weapon
And I exercise your love which transcends transcendence
I say that in present tense the because I feel your presence
And because I sense your essence
I wanna say thank you

I only had blue skies 'cause you took upon the rain
I only had true smiles because you took upon the pain
I often wondered: what was it that you would gain?
Now I see that dark life and hard strife was crucial, Bane
Cause now you rest in a Land that flows with milk and honey
In quilts by sunny sides
The jilts that's from me  arrives
Knowing God's love its spilt upon thee in skies

Passed the highest starship
This is more than just art, it's a form of catharsis
These markers paint pictures which help me to process
Your whole life story's glory
I'll leave it on the Easel
And I won't  pour brown on ground
On my taste buds the tea flows in your memory

[Jay Turner and Ben's Xpresso]

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