Broken Marriages

We're some savages Came up from broken marriages (Uh huh) Inherit the damages My mom and my dad had a hand in this (Uh huh) Now the woman that's choppin' my bread And the woman that's cuttin' my sandwiches A good woman, I had that shit But I had to be seen with the baddest bitch Don't know how to let go of my baggage I don't even know what my baggage is (Yeah) I ain't happy, I'm hazardous (Yeah) I ain't care that I'm cancerous (Yeah) Bitch, I'm made of my practices I got changes to make, and let them die I'm afraid to love, I'm terrified I got problems I have to identify We don't even know who we are Growin' marriages We have miscarriages Do we even know who we are? A bunch of savages is who we are When I close my eyes, what do I recall? (What do I recall?) I see endings but no happy ones at all (No happy ones at all) I see hugs and kisses turnin' into brawls (Turnin' into brawls) I see wedding pictures taken off the wall (Ooh, ooh) I see rings go from fingers into dressers (Into dressers) I see promises turnin' into confessions (Turnin' into confessions) I see six plates turnin' into five (Turnin' into five) I look up and see the saddest man alive (Ooh, ooh) So I try And I try to put this weight that I've inherited behind so I could fly Ready or not, I gotta do it for my child But if I ever fall short, I guess I'll never wonder why 'Cause who am I? We're some savages Came up from broken marriages (Uh huh) Inherit the damages My mom and my dad had a hand in this (Uh huh) Now the woman that's choppin' my bread And the woman that's cuttin' my sandwiches A good woman, I had that shit But I had to be seen with the baddest bitch Don't know how to let go of my baggage I don't even know what my baggage is (Yeah) I ain't happy, I'm hazardous (Yeah) I ain't care that I'm cancerous (Yeah) I got changes to make, and let them die I'm afraid to love, I'm terrified I got problems I have to identify We don't even know who we are Growin' marriages We have miscarriages Do we even know who we are? A bunch of savages is who we are We don't even know who we are Growin' marriages We have miscarriages Do we even know who we are? A bunch of savages is who we are I got good traits from my father But I got a couple of bad ones too Unconditional love and uncontrollable anger too It's like I don't have no clue The damage that my hands could do I raise hell when I'm mad at me Imagine if I get mad at you Let's say you were in my shoes In between rage, ride and abuse But a man says he loves you I bet you wouldn't wanna love too, uh You wouldn't wanna love either Meet a good one and leave her The things you shown him can't repeat 'em Breed 'em, beat 'em