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letra de did u cum yet - blackhaine

and as i stare back at a thousand men
in these staircase annulments
broken t–th
i let the rain wash against my pale face and bleed
armoured feet
ford focus smoking weed till my lungs black
tourniquets strapped
i close both my eyes and begin swimming in the pavements
and let graves pour out of my mouth
these hills are raped with tower blocks
children swimming in the womb
it’s so cold inside this room
i shave my clay into the sink
tracksuits incubated
loaded in the way i think

i close my eyes and begin swimming in the pavements

city ripped in half
sound the train make like a thousand screams
in a glass
shallow men who weep into my mouth
triggered that
estate relief an armour
the gun flash
i could have been something
i close my eyes and begin swimming in the pavements

hard strings in my wrist
the night eclipse
through holes me inside me and sleep in the mist
she’s leant against her window
tears still rust on the blade
city ripped in half
between other slaves

i close my eyes and begin swimming in the pavements

coal in palms
she in the corner swallowing limbs
spike in my arms
stones covered in cling
110s still hollowed in
in this room we built a bridge over abyss
automatic kids
in amputated wombs like foreign wings
when we sleep beside your body feel like stone
these bed sheets like some old grave i can’t turn myself away from
the traffic outside atone
i exhale remorse passively
razors cut my narrow stomach and continue to dig
gore tex cracked
i’m still dormant again in the flats
wet glass on the end can’t let me pierce
blood in my ears
i’m in the ends
no selfish tears
i close my eyes-

shields on every part of us
tracing through corridors shorter than her arm
cradling guards
pale b-st-rds and everyone of them failing slowly
preston skinheads
rented cars, cutting hard
i’m on the m65 with resentments charged
bed sheets like some old grave i can’t turn myself away from
children fell like bombs from the sky we were born in the same slum
i saw a thousands taps bleed stones crack stones all to death in them basin
the tears leave cuts on my face when it’s raining
i’m inside of a womb where death ain’t ending
blade on lap when i drive see ghosts on the m6
smoke weed in black car funeral march an procession
i dont care what she say but she meant it
wrap the car round the tree when dent it
still i ride through burroughs
with a gun that’s borrowed
with a gun that’s hollowed
girls crying black sorrow my eyes don’t follow
shots like terminal patients reside in the flats way above
used to f-ck a lot but she never showed love
in a homeless dance that we found in the club
mist in my neck
black dogs in the cut
girls used to phone me for weed now they phone me for flake
i still can’t work out which one of us changed
i could have blown my head off in salford
the drum might have missed but the rhythm still plays
drunk in the staircase and the hallway
feel the knife in my lungs when i drive in estate
feel the rock in my mouth and i’m numb to the taste
i came back to the ends and nothing had changed
just a broke down man in a bruised estate

black and white
but it turn all grey
black and white
eternal grey
i see black and white it’s eternal grey

- blackhaine

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