LYRIC

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When the sun stood high in my ancestors’ eyes.
A warrior sat on the earth with a smile.
The rays reflected his frame shadowing his profile.
I was prepared to share my life with his mind and ability.
The forest plain’s fires all structured in community.
The role’s to raise a family traditionally.

Now in 2004 what remains are the traces that history
Blind as his compliments.
See commitments to me rolled off his tongue.
My perfection was the foundation of his words.

I was the one.
His past was filled with loneliness and misery.
Years of violence and neglect plagued his memory.
Drunkenness informed his life.
Now we’re two broken crutches in a tree of questions.
I asked he would confess them.
He believed and I believed we were above it.
F’k the past
He was safe with me and I loved it.
But it leaked out a little as the pain came in trickles.
I was caught in the middle of his pride and his riddles.
He couldn’t figure out.
Shout him with a shout.
And I tried to understand as he pushed me to get them out.
I was quick to recoup.
I took the falls finding nice posters for the holes in the walls.

Too sick to stop the cycle hammer this nail into my head living in the cost of a culture lost some say I’m better off, dead.
Too sick to stop the cycle hammer this nail into my head living in the cost of a culture lost some say I’m better off, dead.
I’m better off, dead.

One for the road so we dabbled with the drink.
Said he needed to relax didn’t always want to think.
I’ll admit I was a part of it.
It made him happy brought us closer.
besides I’m not as pretty or as confident a person when I’m sober.
Plus my connections in the world threatened him.
Didn’t trust guys, said they’re all into the medicine.
But the parties were full of the types he despises.
Saw the negative attention when he looked into my eyes.
I guess I presented it to everyone.
My slutty intentions.
and I sure as hell paid for it seconds after it was mentioned.
the glass hit my lip.
felt the floor as I slipped.
three or four tried to loosen his grip.

My loves eyes, well they looked into the void into me.
Then I saw the recognition on his face of my injuries.
Tears of apology spilling gently on the floor.
He was just trying to have a good time, I had to wreck it.
Aand then he lifted me up.
And then a bottle he said take a sip.
But it was difficult to drink with a fat lip.
cost of a culture lost some say I’m better off, dead.

Too sick to stop the cycle hammer this nail into my head living in the cost of a culture lost some say I’m better off, dead.

Man, wake up, you’re dreaming of the past.
When you ever want or needed a role in the cast.
The winter morning cold clean.
When the hunt’s at its best
You had no arrows, took a knife.
And stabbed your girl in the chest.
No family to bring her home to where they’re already at rest.
Carried on the tradition of alcohol and violence.
The city stripped you clean of your culture, selves and dreams.
The pen walls continue to remind you of your girl’s screams.

It was love no doubt, but how you drew it, it burned out.
Long ago when you should have stopped the cycle from carrying through.
Now the son you created saw the things you do.
And will probably pick up where you left off too.
She wanted to save you so bad should’a saved herself first.
What could be the best thing you had took a turn for the worst.
But don’t live off regret, she’s gone. move on but don’t forget.

Too sick to stop the cycle hammer this nail into my head living in the cost of a culture lost some say I’m better off, dead.

Too sick to stop the cycle hammer this nail into my head living in the cost of a culture lost some say I’m better off, dead.

Too sick to stop the cycle hammer this nail into my head living in the costof a culture lost some say I’m better off, dead.

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