Loose Cigarettes

Black lung
Black life
The black hole stuck inside my half-black, heavy heart
As if these stupid words might play some part
In status quos, in sleeper holds
In middle passage or tobacco roads
Just like four-hundred years of loaded guns
Might somehow be undone
By singing songs like they were bricks
When we're, we're trading lives for loose cigarettes
And blackened eyes, and blackened lungs
And free TVs, and capsicum clouds

And if there is a god, well, she don't care at all
If we, we sing the songs
We throw the bricks
We're trying to breathe but we're choking on words like pig
And I'm just trying, I'm trying to breathe again
It changes nothing but I... I guess I need to pretend
And I'm just trying, I'm trying to breathe again
It changes nothing but sometimes it helps to pretend



Credits
Writer(s): Alfred Brown Iv, Anthony Rivera, Christopher Conde, Justin Smith
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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