Congruence ft. Ikey Lyrics

As a little lad I learned little, I would act up

ADHD never saw me sat stuck, in my seat

Bouncing off the walls never had much

Up my sleeve but the cheat answers in math class

And these mad scars from an arm bone fracture

Bent in half like a pentagraph, shit was that fucked

Mama said I was troublesome like my grandpa

Scoffing at authority and longed to be a rap star

Another detention today, another bad mark

I'll be running away when I hear my dad's truck

Hiding in the cubby house till my brother shouts

That it's safe to come on out when his anger has passed

Three boys in the home, drove my mother nuts

Literally she took medication because of us

Sorry ma, I love you lots

I'm sorry I was difficult, I'm sorry if I ever come across

Ungrateful

I remember when I said to dad I hate you

He whooped my ass and I didn't quite understand why then but now I see it

and now I only use them words when I mean it

I remember when I was hanging off the balcony

And dad whooped my ass, that was warranted and now I see

It was so I wouldn't die, shit Pa was wise

And probably the reason I made it this far in life

I don't have a car to drive

but I'm driven by this art, so I'm giving them the heart inside

My chest, or what little of it's left, so maybe they're more half-hearted lines, that's a bar

Congruence

And I don't need no directions, no one even knows where to go

So I just put one foot forward, guided by the words that I wrote

Perhaps I am uncultured

I wasn't one of them privileged rich kids who went on holidays to Bali

Best we got was camping at my parents friends party

While they were getting high and listening to Bob Marley

My dad's a stone mason on his third hip replacement

Worked hard his whole life to be faced with

A ton of medical bills they take from his wages

He can barely walk still he's slaving away

So he's able to pay

For the surgery to stay at the trade

That made him that way in the first fucking place

So excuse me if I sit on my ass and write bars instead of follow that same life path

Family dysfunctional, every damn Christmas

My uncle had a punch on with my father when he sunk a few

Woke up with a black eye, my dad would have his knuckles bruised

Once my uncle pulled a knife on my cousin too

Got stomped and left under the awning

Then came back for breakfast the next morning

For some eggs before he left with his teeth smashed

Till we saw him next Christmas for the rematch

And I don't need no directions, no one even knows where to go

So I just put one foot forward, guided by the words that I wrote

Sometimes I feel I got the right answers

Sometimes I feel I might be wrong

I think I'm on the right side of history

But sometimes I don't know what side I'm on

Sometimes I just want to stay neutral

But these days you do that and they abuse you

Left or right, doesn't matter what you choose you

are damned if you don't but you're damned if you do too

I'm not trying to be a tyrant or a misfit

I just want to be invited to a picnic

I feel I haven't found my people

Or my people haven't found me, maybe my mind is on the fritz

Sometimes I wonder when I die if I'll be missed

It's the mystery we'll never see realised and it's a trip this

But I'm at peace when I'm writing my existence

I know why I do this

Congruence

And I don't need no directions, no one even knows where to go

So I just put one foot forward, guided by the words that I wrote