talent show. Lyrics

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Thin line between help and harm

Years short, but the seconds long

I can't help that I get attached

You lose things and can't get them back

Thin line between help and harm

Years short, but the seconds long

I can't help that I get attached

You lose things and can't get them back

You lose

Make my birth name feel like a slave name, it rolls off the tongue wrong

Fuck it, just call me Decuma

Told you she touched me, he laughed like

You getting lucky, I wish I were you

The difference is that he wishes it

In fact I heard he starts bitching if he hasn't slid it in by minute sixty

His ex girlfriend exclaims, he hit me

You'd think she'd get where I'm coming from when no one takes you seriously

But she touched me and said, if you speak up, imma scream

I suppose it's just a black man thing

It's a different set of laws for niggas

He's giving black eyes cause of blue balls and he's free to walk

Meanwhile I get in trouble when I say that I'm being stalked

You made my birth name feel like a slave name, but

Can't we talk

I learned how to play your favorite song

I hate it when you're here but I'm too young to make it on my own

And I'm afraid of what will happen when you're gone

So I learned your favorite song, it goes

I think they love to fetishize me cause adults love to see sharp minors like Chopin

Growing smokescreen, your dreams blow away and they fall flat

Before he grabs the pole and puts on a percussion concierto

March you to your funeral all quick like

My biggest dream is to die in my sleep instead of violently

And I was told I set the bar too high

Just tap dancing for the crackers hoping I don't die

You told me men were purely sexual creatures, I tensed up and felt I had a fever

My heartbeat could shake the ether, my anger could drown a god

My anger gone get me killed, you feel me

It comes out as a joke, that's the only way that you hear me

I felt I was a product to be consumed

A jester in front of a tyrant, knowing they're fighting for life

And if they stops entertaining, they know they'll by dying soon

The police driving down I-95 in five, murder in the eyes, so

Can't we talk

I learned how to play your favorite song

I hate it when you're here but I'm too young to make it on my own

And I'm afraid of what will happen when you're gone

So I learned your favorite song, it goes

I tried to scrub until I didn't feel dirty

My skin peeled

Then the blood felt exalting, at least the skin heals

Tell me why doesn't God love me the way that god made me

Tell me, how do I love myself when you tell me god hates me

Trauma turned me dualist, if I told myself I wasn't my body, I wouldn't want do what I do To It

See, the blood felt exalting, and at least the skin heals

So the cutting turned religion, and I worshiped it for years

I thought things would be different, a talent show has a winner

I've always been told I'm gifted, but this is a different mission

I thought things would be different if I could just prove my worth

I didn't get that I was used, and they'd just move to someone new

Why is every love I'ver ever known conditional

Every pain I've ever known centrifugal

Every religion, physical

I'm so alone with my secrets

And so I shared them with this fucking stuffed tiger just so that something could hear it

Can't we talk? I learned how to play your favorite song

I hate that this is how it goes, but I'm too young to make it on my own

And I'm afraid of what'll happen when you're gone, so I learned your favorite song

It goes

Nobody knows the trouble I see

Glory, glory, glory, hallelujah

Sometimes I'm up, sometimes I'm down