Fourth Generation (feat. Macias)

I've heard-when one becomes
A parent they return to their source
Like seeds have no choice
Which plant they will bloom

Ripped from the tree half-ripe:
I left myself out in the sun
But the window couldn't deliver
What wasn't its responsibility

Sometimes I see the canopy collect
The sky Its roots barrel into
The soil of should-have-beens

Then maybe I could pour
Sweetness into a pit



Credits
Writer(s): Séamus Fey
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