They say if it bleeds it's alive, and God created all of us but right now at this point in time, i'm discarded As the sun hits the shades, and tiger my nightmares I'm finding all the feelings I've been for, alright here in the moment, look my soul break that boundary empounding me to forfeit what I hold, and move past it I keep my dreams in plastic retrack my past steps to catch it with my breath so, who wants to know it's like, to feel the things I and wipe the blood off of my life cause it's all broken bones here, wounds that don't heal chokin on my own fears, drowning in my own Human; and that's the way that I fuck fighting my beliefs and limiting I should say fuck with my arms out, hoping I'll be saved and fuck at myself tying to make it through the day I write down, and it's coherent when I speak the hairs up off the back and the neck like a static cling, go
I said if luck was a lady, she'd never let me buy that the tongue slipping in my eyes won't blink, and if God was a woman, her boyfriend would her kids now I got more scars than wrists, and if the time was my father, he'd missed all of my with his friends and now it's hurting in the worst way and, I can say it just the way i know say the pain sticks with you, i'm training to let it go
so, onto this one, and save it for your bad days up that passion in my words to make the glass break and, I don't if my written words can affect you but listen to my heart and every single breath I through Come on! is not a note to hip hop all i'm trying to do is make quiver on my lip stop and, out the bad scent thinks he's got me figured toward science now and I ain't even ass-checked tell, the treading water champion the other of happiness, the most that y'all are standing in raise up, and try to the trust I move with all my passions and extract what I must and I move with all my and I act when I must to a con-honored stab at them, peeling the rust now despite all of my efforts, always play the low now, if something in this you, you best to let it show
I said if luck was a lady, she'd let me buy that drink the tongue slipping in my eyes blink, and if your God was a woman, her would beat her kids now I got more scars teenagers' wrists, and if the was my father, he'd missed all of my birthdays drinking with his and now it's hurting in the worst way and, I can say it just the way i know they say the sticks with you, i'm training to let it go