you always said your dad gave you paper skin
it was wafer thin
look, felt tip pens bleed
away from where you make amends
i seen the way your eyes turn in sets
enough to wonder how you keep them flames burning fresh
with him it’s always gin and tourniquets
i don’t know how you think you deserve that shit
i’m afraid you’ve been growing hard to reach again
cause when we play shows, i see your shadows leaning in
glass bottles get reversed on a bit of bourbon
all your curses reemerge
all your burdens worsen
you done fell in love with a mariner
he sunk his fingertips deep in your salt weathered hair
traded in your voice for white noise and a bit of air
every story ain’t got an ever after square
on the shore he got a couple rays to share
but son turn a little darker when the sky ain’t lookin fair
he got a pistol in his closet
i’m not saying get it but i’m not saying
not yet
heard he want to put a ring up on your finger
one of y’all is gonna have to pull a trigger
i’m just saying that i’d miss you
if it came to that
if he hits you again
you should pay him back
i can’t tell you how to purpose your pain
i just don’t wanna see you circling drains
circling drains

you always said your mom gave you eyes like a paintbrush
colors in your mind
black and white on the paystubs
rooms fulla people who don’t know where you came from
that shit can make it kinda hard to
make it through the grey months
i know you went distant
i noticed the friction
i know you took to smoking
just to pour it through your system
i know you was sprinting just to hold your position
black holes with a mission
tryna close you in a grip n
get you tripping
listen
i always been a scribe without a script
never found a way to mitigate the symptoms
but that being said
i only ever had to trip about the outcomes
you always had to worry bout the income
and i’m not sure that i can write to give you any peace of mind
but know i’m riding with you til the outer limits
i spent that money from my whip just to put us on a disk
if i went back
i wouldn’t do it any different
and we know the world tryna leave us with our tracks in the ash
it’s a goddamn battle of attrition
but i’mma make sure
any time they try to tell us what we’re worth
we slit the purses and we liberate the prisons
winning
we only got up in this shit to motherfuckin struggle
and i’ll never give that up because of image
so anytime you got a couple shadows in your head you gotta juggle
know i got you to the mahfuckin finish
to the mahfuckin finish