Less Unsettled

We set out On a path Those that passed Made me think All we've lost At what a cost Friends that's gone Makes me weak In the week In the weeks, gone In the week (Played on the floor) (Played in the church) In the weeks (Played in the streets) (Played in the doors) (Played in the creeks) In the weeks (Played in the war) (Between death and childhood) (Walkin' through my mind's hood) Goin' home (Family thinkin') Played on the floor Played in the church Played in the streets Played in the doors Played in the creeks Played in the war Between death and childhood Walkin' through my mind's hood Family thinkin' it's all good But they'll never understand a man Who was once a child Now with a lost his smile Now in the eyes of an angel, tangle Goodie said there's no obtuse There's no truth, just war I came up with schwag blunts and battle raps My words were my armor And my words' a mask From my tragic lapse Afraid of my own hand With no idea why the young guys had to die Inhale, exhale on the life side Dreamin' of a time where we all got high Smokey-eyed teenagers in the back woods With backpacks Stack full of mixtape lingo when the strangers pass Gas face Blast from the past, 10th grade We out by the shore Throwin' rocks to the storm Like pine needle, and blind Segal We all resigned Took to ground lookin' toward an infinite sky Lookin' towardd the end and I'll try Dreamin' of a place where we all could fly Free is the birds that circle me in my sleep And hush the nightmares 'Cause this world's playin' for keeps Slept on the benches Slept in the hallways Slept under bridges in Salem heatwaves Woke up on the porch to watch the sun change Sun rise, sun rays One blind, one day Life turned simple now mundane Hair once pepper now salt-grey Salt water cleans the wound but the scar stays Stichin' up the pieces while the song plays We set out (Stichin' up the pieces while the song plays) On a path Those that passed (Stichin' up the pieces while the song plays) Made me think All we've lost At what a cost Friend that's gone (Stichin' up the pieces while the song plays) Makes me weak We lost everything We lost Jim Remember hearing elevators as they walked him Me and you and ya mama and the church move Starin' after silent why it's him and not you What a friend shouldn't do Passed a court of sadness 'Round the table with you Addicted in my youth but they're tablin' you Always knew I was more unstable than you Now and then I hear voices in the crash And all the waves seems lonely How we made it pass And nothing sooths the pain of choop when I sleep For reasons unsaid this world's playin' for keeps And life seems simple now mundane Hair once pepper now salt-grey Salt water cleans the wound but the scar stays Stichin' up the pieces while the song plays In the week In the week In the week, gone In the week (Played on the floor) (Played in the church) In the week (Played in the streets) (Played in the doors) (Played in the creeks) In the weeks (Played in the war) (Between death and childhood) (Walkin' through my mind's hood) Goin' home (Family thinkin') Goin' home Goin' home Goin' home Goin' home