Damaged Goods Lyrics

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These stories of paranoia get stored and prepared for you

I'm picking pockets of truth just to pen it and share it for you

In hopes that I touch the youth and hope I build trust with you

And hope by confessing fault, by default, I'll see blessings too, but

Lately feel my mind and Satan been in cahoots

Taking advantage of every candid vantage point of view

How do I manage? At times I feel I'm damaged

By the land from which I grew, ain't got no cameras, but they point and shoot

So duck and move has been the move, we allude

Not only for them tools, we were tooled for women too

Our role models is skewed, looking up to older cousins

Who sat on the block bragging 'bout the women they ran through

And evidently, never knew how much those words would hit me

No wonder I've lost the meaning of love and I'm feeling empty, so

In time, I shouldn't be surprised

When thoughts of marriage decline, and my body count start to rise

But I mask it with the lies and the liquor

And my friends will stroke my ego so my pride's getting bigger

And now I'm collecting all these naked pictures and these women getting thicker

I can't help but think that I'm that-that's a false god

Spiraled away, buried deep in shallow graves

Swallowed whole from what I crave, show and tell from what I've made 'cause

Matter of time before these thoughts will conceive

And plant these seeds right back into my seed, I'm damaged goods (Damaged goods)

Yeah, I'm damaged goods (Damaged goods)

Not seeing things like the way I should, I'm damaged goods (Damaged goods)

Damaged goods (Damaged goods)

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Where did time go? Starting to miss the things

I used to have time for, I must be blindfold

'Cause if time will reveal, how come I can't see the thrill

Of living for those moments that I was dying for, but look

I'm getting older, but what's there to show for it

Just experiences that hindered me, inspired by pretend to bes

These demons are a friend to me, they messing with me mentally

And a picture perfect home is the home of distant memories 'cause

Remember seeing my mother scared for her life

Me and my brothers in her arm, we fled in the night

Barefooted, footed to that nearest payphone

Domestic disputes, that's why I have no safe home, never forget it

Cops showed up, arrested my pops and pulled off

The devil's in the details whenever you pull the wool off 'cause

When we went back into that house when we were able

Where my pops was sitting was a pistol laying on the table

Then it hit me, what if we had never ran away

Was his plan that night to harm? Would my body catch a stray

Or was it only to alarm and that nine was for display

Questions grew as I played cool at school the next day

Was expected to forget about it, normalize a scene of violence

Internalize lies, desensitize what's deemed demonic

Who do I talk to when I'm taught to never talk

Who do I run to when I'm 'fraid of getting caught? That's damaged goods (Damaged goods)

Yeah, I'm damaged goods (Damaged goods)

Not seeing things like the way I should, I'm damaged goods (Damaged goods)

Damaged goods (Damaged goods)