God in Glass Ceilings ft. Skech185 Lyrics

My grandmother said an end times sermon with the comfort I never felt in kisses

Or birthday wishes

My father, perched defensive, bothered by the obvious tension

I was raised around all of the violence America could churn out

Burned out in class from nights of adult problems, but that was normal

Evolved into the enemy of the village

The crime? An aging face

Zip tied and handcuffed

Saving grace was a generation in the same boat

Fed Black Eugenics, slave songs with ambitions burned down, caught in the rip tide

Expected to fill the gap with children thanking God I can get by

Little Willie got a job on Monday

Was called a bum on Sunday

The difference a day makes soured approval converting debt into a gangway

So I'm supposed to not quietly as a 91 year old says to prepare for the fire?

After asking for grandchildren to Shepherded to the same fate?

The one who abandoned the family?

The prodigal heretic

With a redacted life? Treated as light refracted through the windows of a city bus

Viewed as a limelight on failure, refusing to find God in glass ceilings

These aren't family gatherings, they're job interviews for memory

Can't shake that feeling, so I smiled and changed subjects

Saved frowns for planes taxiing

It feels great to be back home, I swear

I'll be back before the snow touches down

With five more minutes of humanity expanded into an hour long conversation

No, I don't wish for different

Anything other than this would be suspicious

We're all trying our best, I get it

So know my "best" is my absence when constantly being reminded of what I'm missing

As if that shame will make me run back for this repetition

Rude awakenings, I slept for a week

Picked my motives by the basis of the faces on me

I stood up, started champing at the bit to succeed

Used to aching with the meek inherited self relief

Embarrassed how it could be, me sobbing deep just for me

Pictured posses picking posies in hell, it was dream

Found the beauty in the life I thought was shrouded in grief

So confusing when you fight to be a fraction of free

And this my flow of conscientious

I had homies pushing weight, my bros anonymous

He out the game now

Was around the same time when Nothing Was the Same came out

So many ways it could've went south, but we're okay now

This life's so precious, to keep it in tact

I had to murder half the lessons that I learned from my past

To be a decent human takes a lot to adapt

But the beating led to healing, heeding all that I am

And I got brothers hooked on 'h' it beat their heart to the ground

I dread one day I hit their line, they never answer again

I hate that growing old's synonymous with loss of control

I saw yahweh take the wheel, and it sent shivers to the center of my tired bones

That's how it goes along the hero's journey

Gathered all I had, and I asked me myself if I was worthy

Bolted from that starting line, though I been in this

I swear there ain't no time or limit, jump into your genesis

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