Packaged Goods

Now I got your heart in hand
Your heart in my hand
Now I am the
Your life, your life, your life
Got your heart in hand
Your heart in my hand
Now I am the
Your life, your life, your life, your life

Juice boxes cornrows in kindergarten Way before this music thing ever started
Ms. Silvy gramcrackers to lunchpels
He man then transformers to ducktales
Life was simple
four square to Sunday school
Third Baptist kind of Catholic depending who
Who's asking I was trying fit in like
Sweat suit with church shoes I never been right
Too much performing, way before this music fix
I wanted to liked way before this double click
Father issues, chasing for approval
Still struggle I'm grown but I'm cool though
Balance beam working thru codependency
All this work came to life when she married me
What was simple hmm quote on quote
Swing me back to the past like a teither rope

Now I got your heart in hand
Your heart in my hand
Now I am the
Your life, your life, your life
Got your heart in hand
Your heart in my hand
Now I am the
Your life, your life, your life, your life

It wasn't like I didn't know these things didn't exist
It was buried in my laughter Yes this plaster I picked
Either that or my heart would remain an open scab
And even as a child this life moves way too fast
Exponential in fact, to shooting laters and back, to street fighter from pack
To puberty while black, from class clown Edna Brewer see I'm tryina adapt, To my little homie Rico had a gun to my back
Just for fun though, Jr high cheese fries lunch lines, somebody always picking a fight, so The one time
Stayed on campus, right next to the daycare, some crossed that bridge and yes had to Payfare
No judgment though, we been watching who been watching us
Now we grown and we clone it's been popping up
With our daughter we been brought up with our preconceived
Some good some bad this beyond to our knees

Now I got your heart in hand
Your heart in my hand
Now I am the
Your life, your life, your life
Got your heart in hand
Your heart in my hand
Now I am the
Your life, your life, your life, your life

What should we do with these things from our past and
What should we do with these things we done masked when
It was a cover-up just to protect us from the reckless
Innocence that's violated now a living perspective
That's just the way it is, unravel this cylical
By design when our design is in his image though
Why don't we profess it though, caught caught up in the likes of those
People who don't even like themselves, but they will fight you though
On our beliefs, G.O.D
That's my currency
That's my innocence, that's my learning me
See these wounds we can use on each other
Or be the sun who could rise for another
I see the face of your soul, and it's more than surface
From the playground to the alter, this is more than service
Sunday mornings, just the bait to this Holy ground
We gone rise to our being I can see it now