wight Lyrics

Bereavement and concealment, a distinction without a difference

Move out the hood: I swear, I made it my mission

Channel my inner Drake, I'm gold when I touch this mic

Anything less wastes the time that's in short supply

Why does the joy of life make thoughts for us to die?

Those who make us happy simultaneously make us cry

These contradictions build spines and fuel grinds, in turn, these experiences sharpen our minds

See all this love but I don't want to partake

School teaches us fractions but hasn't taught the heartbreaks

My heartaches, it correlates to every one of my keepsakes

I think about how all these may have led to my mistakes

Ever seen a perfect splatter or created a masterpiece?

She hit me with something deep, she's "mastering her piece"

Recollect all my pain, I gave my heart on a lease and yes, I understand that ain't unique to me, listen

I've given myself ample amounts of time

I can only sit and wonder if it'll better in life

Teeming with true potential, cure my exhausted mental

Give me a part to play that ain't detrimental

Spoken poetry's my therapy, open up like closed doors occasionally

What I convey is rarely free

I have a body: vacantly

Flagrantly, think of the times I would fail, I felt so angrily

Waiting for when I cannot breathe

Patiently

Handle business like eskimos, give them the shoulder: cold

The dark, I don't dabble though, boundaries like a chaperone

Putting hits out, don't slip now, calling shots like Al Capone

Hit my line, quiet right? hear dial tone

What is with y'all fetish with consuming that raw meat?

Desperate for likes, comments, subscriptions to further beef

"I tend to like the drama and I expect to be out to eat"

Well, girl you better walk cause I ain't cuffing girls from the street

Please

I've no envy, never been a beggar

Never getting on my knees and I'm really fed up with the status quo

And just so you know

I'm moving on to bigger things, richer things, I'm better, yeah

Shining brightly, god don't smite me, I know I don't trust you but you gave me autonomy

I deserve to be ridiculed for what I believe?

Remember the "autumn days" when I tried to leave?

I swear that white bottle has changed me for keeps

Try to be superficial, I tend to get deep

As if I could be anything else, "anything helps"

I disagree stop the sidebar please, yeah

Spoken poetry's my therapy, open up like closed doors occasionally

What I convey is rarely free

I have a body: vacantly

Flagrantly, think of the times I would fail, I felt so angrily

Waiting for when I cannot breathe

Patiently

Way back when when I was in school with letterman's

Talking way back when when I bought food with food stamps

"Amen"

The catchphrase on church days every Sunday

Meanwhile, her child's fighting to stay awake through pastor's preaching

All the screeching

The singing, repeating of gospel boogies

I swear all this singing just reminds me of a Disney movie

"Man, why we got to go to church? Can I love God from home?"

"Don't make me jack you up and crack your effing backbone"

Back home

Playing ball in the yard so that I can go to school the next day to impress the broads

Hoping not to cause a pause

Hope they don't see my facade

They weren't as woke back then

I could take a girl and make her tail jump rope back then

I'm more than a man wrapped in an armor of black skin

I have longevity as opposed to a brief stint

I have more substance despite a stature thin

Hardened by all of which I deem as unfortunate

I ought to open my eyes so I can see all the lies

I ought to be more aware of all I despise

I ought to give my behind to kiss but God don't like ugly

I'll stick this reminisce, that wouldn't be wise

Spoken poetry's my therapy, open up like closed doors occasionally

What I convey is rarely free

I have a body: vacantly

Flagrantly, think of the times I would fail, I felt so angrily

Waiting for when I cannot breathe

Patiently