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he left nothing for the swim back - skech185 lyrics

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fallow plots lay waiting for sons on lands where they last bled
to harrowing stops changing faces for some demanding fair shakes for black deaths
from borrowed blocks vacated once they made it through jim crow amassed stress
to shadow puppets of crying doves formed in the hands of crackheads
born strangers in a paradise lost in gotham aloft in gilded slivers
rain runs rivers through the mouths of stone statues, standing over, d*mned if sober
industrial overcast clouds birth smokestacks that shroud stars
hardships come with the haircut and that rail hammer still pounds hard
i was born in ’85 but feel like ’97 jus
penning anthems to a burning century as the scеnery erupts
today’s specials arе death or laundry
reality augmented once spoiling a scene
with more songs about sp*ceships than loyalty
and don’t k!ll your idol, let them crash on your couch, it does the same thing!
they’ll awaken with hands hurting from years of demanding you kiss the ring
and we only argue with family around here so, despite your acclaim, you were found here
perhaps a dreamer’s ghetto to you but my rifle just found deer
and that’s the thing about it, that’s the sting about it
he left nothing from the swim back but craters as monuments for when the time comes and they forgot how to sing about it
that’s inside jokes with s*x workers
recipes. a tarnished silver tongue
funeral clothes for friends who fought depression with a gun
drug addicts in photo albums, wife beaters at house parties
nights needed to outsmart normalcy comported with years of light sleeping
as the dawn arose she stood in the green flashing proclaiming “we got where we were going!”
when i realized she meant madness, i prayed she didn’t notice
post millennial fatigue: do the same people you defend, defend you?
or do they sign contracts with pencils? eye contact is a creation myth too!
shooting back is usually the only way to get shooters to stop shooting
not enough white girls with pepsi cans to shield a whole movement
and anxiety has you f*cked up yet you still haven’t learned to shut the f*ck up
and this masculinity is toxic until you see them n*ggas run up
they don’t care about us? f*ck ‘em. do we care about us?
subject; it brought a smile to my face to watch elmo set fires in public
this is the fight your village should’ve prepared you for!
a cold war that comes with the handshakes
waiting to be rich, speaking broke differently
threading through lives as the city heaves full stop
i volunteered to hold you in a colony that only feeds and feeds
and if they close all of the bridges and all get silenced through science
you may hear a cackle paired with “eve was just adam’s side chick”
walked my ghost to the edge of humanity, spend sunset laughing at it all
i was told i’d spend my whole life trying to figure out the end
well today’s been a motherf*cker on accident as if the devils practiced it
a disk in atlas’ back is bent, look mom and dad i finally made it
sorry, there will not be any early retirement
distant stars don’t always grow crops but they do inspire and guide kids
this is music for n*ggas that light weights and read books, we’re done b*tching
welcome, my safe sp*ce has a gun in it
it has a gun in it

- skech185 lyrics

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