I work and i work
Built myself from the dirt
But you spit at me for being the worst
I’m trying to convert all of my efforts
To become your expert
Knowin’ me imma bastad
feelin’ awkward when people point at us sayin’ love birds
Anchored down by the way you answered
I thought i was acquired for our adventure with you going forward
I noticed you when tempered
It’s something i don’t want to remember
Even though you ain’t angered, i still feel captured
Brushin’ my fingers across your arms, feelin’ a different texture
All tender, the texture yellin’ out “help her”
It’s hard to look at the cuts, like it’s censored
I asked if your ok, is there something i can do to make it better
Wrong question to ask her
I notice her sufferin’
Put my hand on her shoulder
I told her i’ll be your shield, your soldier
To slay your whispers
To put down your monster
Let me be your savior
I’ll be your boost
Even if it takes my own color
Because i ain’t waiting for your cues
At the church sitting on the pews
Crying to the Father
Acknowledging him for his answers
Turning my eye’s into his views
To clear all of my issues
For you
I refuse to have you 6ft. underneath forever snooze
You're my hoodoo
You keep on
Even when you're gone it continues
I guess this is another way to say thank you
K