Lyrics: Sage Elsesser/billy woods/Chaz Hall
Music: Sage Elsesser/billy woods/Chaz Hall
[Verse 1: Navy Blue]
Can't take ownership
First little fall, I know this cliff
I hope you notice me
'Cause I can't see myself, I'm bleedin'
Simultaneously, erasin' thoughts, my racin' thoughts
My heart, can't lay my head to sleep
The way ahead, like Archie Shepp, the herd of countless sheep
The crown was stripped to pieces
A stake remains, not free to roam, I can't be on a leash
Mona Lisa eyes will follow me around a tomb, my momma womb the safest place for me
But ain't no goin' back, I've sewn the gash, and shown myself deceit
Don't you hold me back, the furthest front was once a bloody heap
My reddest glare, a hyperbolic choice is within reach
Just let me go, or keep me here, 'til suffer such a need
Have you ever dreamt awake, you can't recall the smallest things?
The calm and subtle pond, the fallen dreams is where I sat
And took a tally of my schemes, what I [?] been to
What I been through, let me through a qualm
I'll ascend and build my totem hella tall
If it's heaven and I'm mendin' every flaw
While I'm livin', keep a distance from the ball
When in doubt, you build a wall, and get it gone
Dear God, make me capable and calm
What'll face me won't break me, grant me problems I can solve
[Interlude]
He felt there was too much difference between him and them
To allow for common binding or a common life
Only when threatened with death could that happen
Only in fear and shame, with their backs against the wall, could that happen
[Verse 2: billy woods]
I sit with the Drac' and listen to the rain
Watch her paint with her hair in two braids
Lamp light puddles about the place, huddled in corners like mourners at a wake
Shadows thrown and primordial cave, while I wipe the paint and looks away
Tip the ashes in my palm, I can't find the 'tray
Watch 'em paint like many, on God
The dawn with talisman and charms, canvas stretched across the wall
It's pourin' out like a heart with the hole
[Verse 3: E L U C I D]
It's like
It's like a T-shirt with only one seam
I'm listenin' to Stevie sing "Happy Birthday"
It's not mines, though
So I play the loud enough, driving slow
Bending corners, hope it might be yours
I watch faces pass the bus stop, coming out of store
Roll the windows down, heat on, humming, children running
I throw up the peace sign to total strangers
Who told you I write with my left hand?
To no one in particular, 'cause it felt more free like that
I am, I be, with my Cs
Laughing at more cops in vests that say "Heightened security"
I think they know we here