Water Ducts

If you've lived through the dark then you can't forget it
It's been a whole year since I last attempted
I know some have died living half as reckless
Say a prayer to the sky as I palm my necklace
Waking up to all this great beauty I'm grateful
Wish I didn't make it when I'm moody, unstable
Third eye on friends some are truly unfaithful
Last year I had a brother do me like Abel
'Caine in my nostril should've gazed at the gospel
Instead I robbed Peter just to pay an apostle
'Cause I had a Judas kiss me right on my lips
And I had a Brutus put a knife in my ribs
From behind, should've stared at my rear view
My old friends wouldn't care for a queer dude

In my family tree, there's trauma at the roots
My Nonno left the earth and his daughter had to prove
That she could be a better parent, it's apparent that she tried
But maybe I'm a bad child, satin on my lies
Thinly veiled, thin and frail and I'm barren in my cries
My ducts all stuck looking arid in my eyes
Queer in the headlights, jammed when the trauma comes
Feeling damned like I got a dam in my water ducts
Over exposure, making a blockage
Need extra time like I'm playing for stoppage
No point to life, in this game ain't scoring
Still in a drought when the rain came pouring