She was the youngest child brightest of the bunch | |
Had 2 older brothers mother died father a drunk | |
A loathsome man traditional thought women should know their place | |
Got sober through religion manipulated grace | |
Extremist by nature he gravitated towards the hatred | |
Pavlovian to dogma he often quoted his favorites | |
He cherry picked his scripture a mix to mesh with his worldview | |
A homophobe a sexist he lectured his little girl too | |
Different from the boys she knew she had other options | |
A good student undeterred she dreamt to be a doctor | |
No support from the community her family steady mocked her | |
Beatings took a toll and in her soul there grew a darkness | |
Quickly became a misfit her only friend was the swish kid | |
Which is what the bullies names him tried to shame him cause he switch hit | |
Life sucked they lived in bubblefuck at least they had each other | |
Adopted family by proxy sister brother father mother | |
Had no idea that Senior year it would all switch | |
Bullies beat swish kid near to death left him in a ditch | |
She got into Princeton no money she wasn't rich | |
So she had to beg her daddy he told her no, called her a bitch | |
Swish kids body healed his heart and mind were broken | |
They found him 3 days later suicide through overdosing | |
Decided that she had to leave and left with no goodbyes or tears | |
No idea where she's going but gotta be better than here | |
[Windnbreeze] | |
The sweetest life is filled with balance for the lonely man | |
The joys the echos of a distant dessert swirling sand | |
The hour glass is always shifting through the coldest nights | |
The hue the flicker candle fire place the golden light | |
It's all subjective what connects us to the all that is | |
The so called luster leaves us flustered when we fall from grace | |
And outta place we sometimes feel when trending music vids | |
Its like we're captivated at the face of falseness placed | |
Across the conscious mind the closet mind it has no merit | |
A single moth destructs the cloth of flesh you wanna wear it? | |
It's got some holes it's got some kinks its sorta young and tattered | |
When true potentials torn it often leaves you lost and shattered | |
A simple hole can give the common cold or influenza | |
The germ expands you have no chance to even influence the | |
Kid whose looking for some guidance yelling mister mister | |
Instead your tone and lack of consciousness transmits the blister | |
He gets it spreads it to his friends its an enormous virus | |
Its running rampant in his classes like a forest fire | |
And for this five or six year old what happens when he's older | |
We'll see what happens when unconscious is taking over | |
We'd hope resilience turns to brilliance but the stats against him | |
At at this rate disease of ignorance is in his system | |
He thinks the worlds against him chip on shoulder broken clover | |
We'll see what happens when unconsciousness is taking over | |
[Cryptic One] | |
He heads to that Crazy Horse to drown his sorrows in bottles | |
Dollars gets him coddles from exotic quote unquote models | |
Hopes for better tomorrows will they ever come? | |
He doesnt hesitate to self medicate til numb… bum | |
Thinks of better days … and wedding cake crumbs | |
And remembers everything up until that separation comes | |
Remembers everything… up until the point that it finished | |
Thinks back to the very first time that he hit it | |
I ain't talking hitting it… as in stroking it in the bed | |
Talking introducing his clench fist to the side of her head | |
First time was hard on him… guilt and a broke finger | |
Didn't stop there cause his dad ain't raise no quitters | |
Poppa taught him well… but nah poppa ain't preach | |
He led by example… ample times heard mommas screech | |
Improved upon dads technique | |
Stuffing a sock in her mouth.. screams muffled in between clenched teeth | |
She swallowed the grief for the sake of her boys | |
And years with no release cleansing the blood off their toys | |
Growing fast, toys switched quick into chics | |
Growing tempers fester, it begins with playful hits | |
Laughter prior to disaster meant to be? | |
Is it rotten apple that doesnt fall too far from the rotting tree | |
Repeat history, or path mystery when older | |
I guess we'll see what happens when unconsciousness is taking over |
She was the youngest child brightest of the bunch | |
Had 2 older brothers mother died father a drunk | |
A loathsome man traditional thought women should know their place | |
Got sober through religion manipulated grace | |
Extremist by nature he gravitated towards the hatred | |
Pavlovian to dogma he often quoted his favorites | |
He cherry picked his scripture a mix to mesh with his worldview | |
A homophobe a sexist he lectured his little girl too | |
Different from the boys she knew she had other options | |
A good student undeterred she dreamt to be a doctor | |
No support from the community her family steady mocked her | |
Beatings took a toll and in her soul there grew a darkness | |
Quickly became a misfit her only friend was the swish kid | |
Which is what the bullies names him tried to shame him cause he switch hit | |
Life sucked they lived in bubblefuck at least they had each other | |
Adopted family by proxy sister brother father mother | |
Had no idea that Senior year it would all switch | |
Bullies beat swish kid near to death left him in a ditch | |
She got into Princeton no money she wasn' t rich | |
So she had to beg her daddy he told her no, called her a bitch | |
Swish kids body healed his heart and mind were broken | |
They found him 3 days later suicide through overdosing | |
Decided that she had to leave and left with no goodbyes or tears | |
No idea where she' s going but gotta be better than here | |
Windnbreeze | |
The sweetest life is filled with balance for the lonely man | |
The joys the echos of a distant dessert swirling sand | |
The hour glass is always shifting through the coldest nights | |
The hue the flicker candle fire place the golden light | |
It' s all subjective what connects us to the all that is | |
The so called luster leaves us flustered when we fall from grace | |
And outta place we sometimes feel when trending music vids | |
Its like we' re captivated at the face of falseness placed | |
Across the conscious mind the closet mind it has no merit | |
A single moth destructs the cloth of flesh you wanna wear it? | |
It' s got some holes it' s got some kinks its sorta young and tattered | |
When true potentials torn it often leaves you lost and shattered | |
A simple hole can give the common cold or influenza | |
The germ expands you have no chance to even influence the | |
Kid whose looking for some guidance yelling mister mister | |
Instead your tone and lack of consciousness transmits the blister | |
He gets it spreads it to his friends its an enormous virus | |
Its running rampant in his classes like a forest fire | |
And for this five or six year old what happens when he' s older | |
We' ll see what happens when unconscious is taking over | |
We' d hope resilience turns to brilliance but the stats against him | |
At at this rate disease of ignorance is in his system | |
He thinks the worlds against him chip on shoulder broken clover | |
We' ll see what happens when unconsciousness is taking over | |
Cryptic One | |
He heads to that Crazy Horse to drown his sorrows in bottles | |
Dollars gets him coddles from exotic quote unquote models | |
Hopes for better tomorrows will they ever come? | |
He doesnt hesitate to self medicate til numb bum | |
Thinks of better days and wedding cake crumbs | |
And remembers everything up until that separation comes | |
Remembers everything up until the point that it finished | |
Thinks back to the very first time that he hit it | |
I ain' t talking hitting it as in stroking it in the bed | |
Talking introducing his clench fist to the side of her head | |
First time was hard on him guilt and a broke finger | |
Didn' t stop there cause his dad ain' t raise no quitters | |
Poppa taught him well but nah poppa ain' t preach | |
He led by example ample times heard mommas screech | |
Improved upon dads technique | |
Stuffing a sock in her mouth.. screams muffled in between clenched teeth | |
She swallowed the grief for the sake of her boys | |
And years with no release cleansing the blood off their toys | |
Growing fast, toys switched quick into chics | |
Growing tempers fester, it begins with playful hits | |
Laughter prior to disaster meant to be? | |
Is it rotten apple that doesnt fall too far from the rotting tree | |
Repeat history, or path mystery when older | |
I guess we' ll see what happens when unconsciousness is taking over |
She was the youngest child brightest of the bunch | |
Had 2 older brothers mother died father a drunk | |
A loathsome man traditional thought women should know their place | |
Got sober through religion manipulated grace | |
Extremist by nature he gravitated towards the hatred | |
Pavlovian to dogma he often quoted his favorites | |
He cherry picked his scripture a mix to mesh with his worldview | |
A homophobe a sexist he lectured his little girl too | |
Different from the boys she knew she had other options | |
A good student undeterred she dreamt to be a doctor | |
No support from the community her family steady mocked her | |
Beatings took a toll and in her soul there grew a darkness | |
Quickly became a misfit her only friend was the swish kid | |
Which is what the bullies names him tried to shame him cause he switch hit | |
Life sucked they lived in bubblefuck at least they had each other | |
Adopted family by proxy sister brother father mother | |
Had no idea that Senior year it would all switch | |
Bullies beat swish kid near to death left him in a ditch | |
She got into Princeton no money she wasn' t rich | |
So she had to beg her daddy he told her no, called her a bitch | |
Swish kids body healed his heart and mind were broken | |
They found him 3 days later suicide through overdosing | |
Decided that she had to leave and left with no goodbyes or tears | |
No idea where she' s going but gotta be better than here | |
Windnbreeze | |
The sweetest life is filled with balance for the lonely man | |
The joys the echos of a distant dessert swirling sand | |
The hour glass is always shifting through the coldest nights | |
The hue the flicker candle fire place the golden light | |
It' s all subjective what connects us to the all that is | |
The so called luster leaves us flustered when we fall from grace | |
And outta place we sometimes feel when trending music vids | |
Its like we' re captivated at the face of falseness placed | |
Across the conscious mind the closet mind it has no merit | |
A single moth destructs the cloth of flesh you wanna wear it? | |
It' s got some holes it' s got some kinks its sorta young and tattered | |
When true potentials torn it often leaves you lost and shattered | |
A simple hole can give the common cold or influenza | |
The germ expands you have no chance to even influence the | |
Kid whose looking for some guidance yelling mister mister | |
Instead your tone and lack of consciousness transmits the blister | |
He gets it spreads it to his friends its an enormous virus | |
Its running rampant in his classes like a forest fire | |
And for this five or six year old what happens when he' s older | |
We' ll see what happens when unconscious is taking over | |
We' d hope resilience turns to brilliance but the stats against him | |
At at this rate disease of ignorance is in his system | |
He thinks the worlds against him chip on shoulder broken clover | |
We' ll see what happens when unconsciousness is taking over | |
Cryptic One | |
He heads to that Crazy Horse to drown his sorrows in bottles | |
Dollars gets him coddles from exotic quote unquote models | |
Hopes for better tomorrows will they ever come? | |
He doesnt hesitate to self medicate til numb bum | |
Thinks of better days and wedding cake crumbs | |
And remembers everything up until that separation comes | |
Remembers everything up until the point that it finished | |
Thinks back to the very first time that he hit it | |
I ain' t talking hitting it as in stroking it in the bed | |
Talking introducing his clench fist to the side of her head | |
First time was hard on him guilt and a broke finger | |
Didn' t stop there cause his dad ain' t raise no quitters | |
Poppa taught him well but nah poppa ain' t preach | |
He led by example ample times heard mommas screech | |
Improved upon dads technique | |
Stuffing a sock in her mouth.. screams muffled in between clenched teeth | |
She swallowed the grief for the sake of her boys | |
And years with no release cleansing the blood off their toys | |
Growing fast, toys switched quick into chics | |
Growing tempers fester, it begins with playful hits | |
Laughter prior to disaster meant to be? | |
Is it rotten apple that doesnt fall too far from the rotting tree | |
Repeat history, or path mystery when older | |
I guess we' ll see what happens when unconsciousness is taking over |