Ephelant - How To Sew Wounds With Words lyrics

[Verse 1: Time] Sometimes i think about leaving, six under the ground I just wanna be content, i dont want a crown I just want to sell out a small venue or three I just want to feel respected for just being me Yes i know all the shamanic answers, my peace is in myself But it's hard to dissipate negativity and guilt I want enough money to help out my family Then spread it to my community and everyone who ran with me I know it takes hard work, i know it takes practice And yes i've come a long way from my styrofoam mattress In a world full of actors, i'm just looking for direction Art is vulnerable, i'm not looking for protection This week has been heavy, sometimes the rain falls hard I used my notebook as an umbrella, it stained these bars Sometimes it rains venom, sometimes it rains knives These words are my blood, and blood don't lie Pharoah, grim reaper, tarot, pull the card These words are stitches, helping me to sew the scars X2 [Hook: Time] These words are stitches This is how you sew wounds with words [Verse 2: Time] And i remember it like it was just last week Dribbling my basketball through the park, the burgers was cheap 29 cents for regular, 39 cents for cheese But i haven't eaten d**h since i was 21 in life i believe So much changed my neighborhoods gone from gentrification From false foreclosures to criminal inflation But shout out to the squatters who still ain't vacating But some things haven't changed like the radio stations Still bowing to the money, while the community is waiting There's a billion people out there with the same goals So failure is an option, but dont let it effect your soul Failures gonna happen, success comes to those who get up Others turn to victims, addicted to blame, that's why they're stuck Know that you're unique, know that you're deep Know that your 3rd eye shines indigo when you sleep I know you deserve a throne because you got a crown chakra It shines purple in the dark, i'm sipping green tea matcha We are energy, i used to slide around in my socks Shocking my mom while we listened to the king of pop Slipping on scratch tickets abandoned on the boulevard Right next to the old donut shop where they're too stale to pull apart The teachers used to tell my skull was hard and that soul was dark I guess that helped me when i got jumped, little man like bonapart Pharoah, grim reaper, tarot, pull the card These words are stitches, helping me to sew the scars