Atlas Complex

I been broke I stay breaking shit Like your concentration Condensation rolls down my mason This the last clean glass in this empty house Every month I wonder how the hell we make it I told you everything, gave you everything You always wanted me naked Now I'm selling everything, I'm telling everything I hope honesty saves us Look what these melodies gave us Plane tickets to places I can't pronounce Women friends and kinfolk who never loved me Called me ugly I had my doubts My house ain't have mirrors and neither did yours How'd you see yourself? How you see yourself? I guess it took something breaking just to be something more Who goin pick these pieces off of this floor? Not you Don't move the old couch in your new house Burn that shit If these wall could talk I would move out I don't need that lip I been trying build a new one Too caught up in confusion Of moving out and moving on and need you for both I think we broke too close I know my soul is still intact I still question if shoes fit Prayed for this shit, granny said hopes for the foolish See never seen myself making it past 22 Know can't buy happiness, but look what the money do In foster homes ain't never seen this many smiles where I'm from Scared of failing my family, I know that we still young Tell me how many make it close to this point Knowing I played the fool What if I stayed in school? I shed tears here wit this ballpoint Enough to fill a drake-sized swimming pool I need to feel love for some insurance You could slice the pressure in the air with a Ginsu Spilled my whole soul in this venue Trying to get this shit off my mental I still have nightmares in that house That me and my sisters done lived through I can't even wipe this kinda shit from psyche Reliving all this shit and rinse my eyes with some Visine Don't move the old couch in your new house Burn that shit If these wall could talk I would move out I don't need that lip I been trying build a new one Too caught up in confusion Of moving out and moving on and need you for both I think we broke I've seen myself dying a million times before I was ten Walked on egg shells and glass shards when talking about myself to you Maybe I do have scars Scabs still bearing the white meat of my childhood I wonder if Kia and Zaza feel when the earth shifts like I do How do we heal good? Certainly not on empty stomachs I ran away to make a way for homes in sunshine and cul-de-sacs Somehow I'm still under fire The ground still rocky under flat feet I'll play Atlas, my shoulder are board, thank God But I'm still learning to let go Still trying to hold on Still overthinking Still waiting for movement