Childhood Trauma ft. Brandon Breadman Lyrics

Penguin

Waddle

Sometime I question

"Why is the word on drugs"

So much aggression

All of the bombs and guns

We need more blessings

We need to fall in love

Cause all the childhood trauma

We're so fucked up

Sometime I question

"Why is the word on drugs"

So much aggression

All of the bombs and guns

We need more blessings

We need to fall in love

Cause all the childhood trauma

We're so fucked up

Fucked up

I have never met a single soul

That hasn't been abused

We keep blaming ourselves

No I think we are confused

The world needs to change

Ya we're way past overdue

There's one person to start with

That person is you

Respect when someone says no

No questions just leave them alone

You water the seeds and they grow

No snakes in the grass when you mow

Your chasing your dreams

Down the yellow brick road

It's freezing outside and

The rain turns to snow

I'm watching the flow

Of the river go slow

There's light in your soul

So just let it glow

Don't let go

Don't let go

Don't let go

Yeah

Sometime I question

"Why is the word on drugs"

So much aggression

All of the bombs and guns

We need more blessings

We need to fall in love

Cause all the childhood trauma

We're so fucked up

Sometime I question

"Why is the word on drugs"

So much aggression

All of the bombs and guns

We need more blessings

We need to fall in love

Cause all the childhood trauma

We're so fucked up

Why do we kill each other

Drive by

Then the homies praise us

High five

It feels like we're doing this to

Buy hype

When I wrote this

Man it felt like I died twice

We not some cool cats with nine lives

What's living without a little mai thai

Turn the back pull a strap on his partner

Point at his noodle and

Made him some pasta

We don't need killers

Need scholars

Stop giving them pills they can swallow

Stop giving them dope in the bottles

Give them a book man and

Send them to college

Give them some leaders to follow

I want to see me a better tomorrow

Turning my people to numbers

They stop shooting jumpers and

Getting them scanned like a barcode

We don't need killers

Need scholars

Stop giving them pills they can swallow

Stop giving them dope in the bottles

Give them a book man and

Send them to college

Give them some leaders to follow

I want to see me a better tomorrow

Turning my people to numbers

They stop shooting jumpers and

Getting them scanned like a barcode

Sometime I question

"Why is the word on drugs"

So much aggression

All of the bombs and guns

We need more blessings

We need to fall in love

Cause all the childhood trauma

We're so fucked up

Sometime I question

"Why is the word on drugs"

So much aggression

All of the bombs and guns

We need more blessings

We need to fall in love

Cause all the childhood trauma

We're so fucked up

Fucked up