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