hungup. Lyrics

Godess in these genes learned to mold who I am

Sick of toeing your lines I've drawn mine in the sand

As a child I learned to lie aint this all just pretend?

stared hard in the mirror had to meet myself again

Bitch now whos delusional?

I'm finding a way to smile you've been herded into a cubical

Man I say fuck their boxes

Freedom not the freedom to choose from selected options

abandoned your god found better returns from a profit

I Watch the sickness spread and feel myself getting nauseous

Now how you sleep at night?

I dream of revolution I know the movement ain't lost the fight

Guevara back in cuba I got the future within my sight

Three hundred of my shooters say fuck your farm takin all the rice

No reason to give you sorrys

At the end of the war I know History will absolve me

Drop my check on rent tryna pretend like they ain't rob me

While these Cis straight men stare at me like I'm a zombie

They don't want monsters in their streets

Just A freak who runs on E to keep this physique

Drape myself in silk smoke tree for relief

Learned to come with the rain and leave with the breeze

Had to blend with my environment

Forcing out a smile became way too fucking tiring

These days I let the tears fall

Memories roll down my cheeks peace came with a large cost