Rest

I feel the pot bubbling
I'm so sick of running from my troubles
Never living in the moment never done with it
I'm hung up on some subtle shit
But you was in the way
Yea you was in the way
Never get that time back
If I see you shit is clip I remember when we laughed every time it makes me sick
Drew some lines up in the sand and you crossed it hella quick
Yea you crossed me and my mom I was a guarded little kid
Now I'm never letting no one come on up in my garden
Yea I was on the margins we were marching and my feet hurt
I thought I was healing from my scars but I still need work
I thought I was shedding all this armor but I still can't feel the breeze up on my skin
And my knees are feeling weak and we ain't speaking again
And my bones are always creaking won't be even again
I don't believe what I say
But I know what you said
And it's eating my head
Weigh me own like a vest full of lead
Man I just need some rest
Lay my head right on the pillow
Count some sheep and shit