Damaged Anatomy
One day you here
One day you gone
I hope they shed a tear for me
Let me live on
It got me thinking, who gone tell my story if I don't?
It got me thinking, who gone tell my story when I'm gone?
Will I make it to heaven and what happens if I won't?
What if we just organisms using religion to cope?
Tell me why would I read a book that disconnected my heritage from my people
Fed us Jesus then they threw us on a boat
Fuck it
Maybe nothing's set in stone but your grave marker
The bitter truth is some shit that some people can't swallow
I take that pill when I stare at my mirror every morning
This brown skin may be the reason I don't see tomorrow
Talk of tomorrow for my children I want something different
No more cops getting acquitted from a murder sentence
Or a multi-million dollar business funding private prisons
When people see we different, but they don't treat us different
I use to feel I ain't belong in this world
Misplaced in a distant galaxy far away from reality
Thinking maybe I'll make my way back to it
If I rip myself apart from cracks in my damaged anatomy
I was drowning in holy waters, like baptism
I find it harder to focus often, I'm not as sharp as
My former self from before the trauma, I lost myself in
Them journal pages, my tears upon them sealing in my hopeless thoughts
I really felt like I had nothing left to lose hitting bottles like I'm brawling in Saloons tryna find the light
My stomach turning like the washers in that Creekside basement on occasion where I used to spend my time to write
The type of shit where punch shit and you scream, and that shit don't do a thing
But make you feel like you stupid now
The type of shit where you living life on the edge disconnected from all your sense like fuck it I wanna lose it now
Today I'm here
But I'm not here for long
I wrote it down for you I spelled it out in my songs
I'm giving you my story cause some day I'm gone be gone
The bright lights looked like stars calling me home
One day you gone
I hope they shed a tear for me
Let me live on
It got me thinking, who gone tell my story if I don't?
It got me thinking, who gone tell my story when I'm gone?
Will I make it to heaven and what happens if I won't?
What if we just organisms using religion to cope?
Tell me why would I read a book that disconnected my heritage from my people
Fed us Jesus then they threw us on a boat
Fuck it
Maybe nothing's set in stone but your grave marker
The bitter truth is some shit that some people can't swallow
I take that pill when I stare at my mirror every morning
This brown skin may be the reason I don't see tomorrow
Talk of tomorrow for my children I want something different
No more cops getting acquitted from a murder sentence
Or a multi-million dollar business funding private prisons
When people see we different, but they don't treat us different
I use to feel I ain't belong in this world
Misplaced in a distant galaxy far away from reality
Thinking maybe I'll make my way back to it
If I rip myself apart from cracks in my damaged anatomy
I was drowning in holy waters, like baptism
I find it harder to focus often, I'm not as sharp as
My former self from before the trauma, I lost myself in
Them journal pages, my tears upon them sealing in my hopeless thoughts
I really felt like I had nothing left to lose hitting bottles like I'm brawling in Saloons tryna find the light
My stomach turning like the washers in that Creekside basement on occasion where I used to spend my time to write
The type of shit where punch shit and you scream, and that shit don't do a thing
But make you feel like you stupid now
The type of shit where you living life on the edge disconnected from all your sense like fuck it I wanna lose it now
Today I'm here
But I'm not here for long
I wrote it down for you I spelled it out in my songs
I'm giving you my story cause some day I'm gone be gone
The bright lights looked like stars calling me home
Credits
Writer(s): Bishop Pearsall
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