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byron henderson - his reflection. (interlude) lyrics

[verse]
last time i watched the news, i was sick
repeating history on a cruise, visibly just another sinking ship
innocence k!lled by these white folks, ideologies
tightrope, pushed into a cesspool
no idea where i might go
i took the road less traveled, my life unraveled
so many loose ends, someone tightened the nooses while i hit gravel
fluent in self destructive thoughts
but none of that compares to how this wind is hitting as i fall
gravity holding me down better than i was ever taught
i don’t speak unless i mean it, even if i leave you lost
join the club
i’ve been in the dark for years now
used to fight my tears, but now my ducts are dry and clear now
think if i could possess my current knowledge as a kid, how would i fare?
how would i feel now?
you let that book brainwash you and now you live in fear, wow
pray for the so called weak
planning for heaven, how when you ain’t cleanse your soul all week?
pushing agendas based on heavily flawed religion that makes y’all a living
gave us crack and cracked us with nightsticks, that’s called a system
turned our leaders to villains, locked us up without a prison
while they turned your daddy’s name into numbers, their profit’s risen
we’re the opposition
but check it out, the plot, it thickens
went from, “we don’t die, we multiply” to nonstop division
this country is not to live in, it’s survival of richest
f it, a black heart donor, you might just pop up missing
see they target women the same way that we target women
convince them they’re the problem the moment you learn they’re not submissive
my apologies though
from here on out, that’s something you ain’t getting out of me, bro
i’m no one’s property, no
know that i know i’ll be alone for the rest of my life cause i’m numb
too numb to ever care again bout the city that i’m from
please believe me when i say i’m just returning favors
learn to love yourself and pray you never give your life to labor
look at my skin
too useful to discard, but you ain’t sacred
look at my friend, this country spit her out after it ate her
rappers still signing rights away to labels trying to blow, i’m amazed
might as well throw the pen and hold the grenade, listen
or is it trauma speaking for us
like when y’all ignored the screams as we were running through the forests
what’s forgiveness for some torture?
traded living for misfortune
another flash from the rooftop as i brace myself
my death was gorgeous to them

- byron henderson lyrics

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