verse 1

i live life that’s too close to the ground
and hope that sound is meaningful
a destiny to be a lonely heart into the demon pool
who wants a break when it’s too late to choose fate
the rules wait
when money garnering the birthing place
i’m a nervous case with shells in my earnest face
bought a toe tag incase my mom needs to know the scrapes
a lonely place when even the heart won’t palpitate
growing numb and shell shocked from the tv glare
like breathing air is limited by my seedy stare
black and dangerous
plus chains hanging to strangle with
aim a fist from a distance till wholes relief
in god you trust but you treat us like slabs of meat


hook

life's been dangerous
it’s too hard to hold on
when i finally take it to the chest it’s an old song
from back in the day that people know wrong
strange fruit season and the wind carries the notes on


verse 2

feeling like i have no identity pressured to be unstable
since the days of walking under rain clouds and tainted halos
wasting away trying to save a nickel for improvement
lost inside my own head
simply looking for a way out
walked the city streets till my shoes lost emotion
some spend life coasting
but i’m fighting for the scrapes
ice thin cracked with an empty stomach touching back
no help from the flawed system meant to keep me
sick and sleepy
missing school and couldn’t afford the heat fee
head to the streets where i'm harassed on daily
couldn’t save me from the blue light that treat me vaguely
handcuffed when just trying to be a normy
the day is stormy
at the time my mother didn’t warn me
friends lie with closed eyes never to speak again
back to square one when i thought these days were at an end
trying to reach the hand but it pulls away before i stand