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letra de lullabies - marcus goodine

knowing when to step away
thats the best level to find assurance some would say
i put my life into these bars for no one to know it
a sick feeling in my gut, as a sculptor i mold it
a brisk breeze and a rain on this easter
we take a risk to catch disease to give thanks to the teacher
heaven knows the game of life as they watch from the bleachers
its pretty hard to discuss and i’m far from a preacher
i find the best ways to start my day depends on how well it gets finished
bedtime stories i read to my son help me along as i seek to replenish
head heavy guilt
a bitter price to be flawed(yeah)
broken paths get built inside of abrasive walls
i steady my wrist in antic-p-tion of when i can draw
and then comes the morning, with an absence of awe
i’m thankful for the chance to have a past to recall
as long as no ones around my phone stays face down
otherwise when you see me i rather my presence less felt so my focus is to scroll till i drown out the sound
i’m fighting shadows, even my own
feeling at a loss in my own home
psychological war continues inside of my dome
they’ll try to tell us how riots are wrong and in the same breath they neglect a mention bout black bodies the cops have laid waste to is what set the tone
and the silence offends me
a laid back chill version of marcus is just one side of pretending
there’s responsibility clocking in at work when your skin dark
my individual actions could make it harder for others to get a start
and as a father i lead with my heart
but i’m also taking the measure to ensure a racist i won’t play a part
you’ll get nothing from me
except whats in my job description, now lets get this money

pressure on the rise, the red thats our eyes
all the same thing
the hope for our demise, under blue skies
all the same thing
whoa
traumatized lullabies
rock-a-bye, rock-a-bye
another time, another time
we rarely get to say goodbye
traumatized lullabies
all the same thing
rock-a-bye, rock-a-bye
we rarely get to say goodbye

polices stations are burning down
a protester loses an eye from the release of rubber rounds
i lay awake because the silence at night in town is enough to shake me
it leads people to think it’ll never happen here and still have the nerve to debate me
n—- without a voice suffered the institutions of a white washed dirty past
so bleach is what they would teach because its seen as a cleaning solution
poisonous politics stir the pollution
uh, 2020 has the feel of a series finale
and close friends are getting married, i’m headed to cali
i told my girl i wasn’t sh-t before and now she’s catching up
past relations took a dunk, i was throwing the alleys
i’m alone in this valley many others have seen
the sketch work of pandemics seen on the silver screen
where panic could be new to soldier the same way a candice owens can care less for the culture
it all comes with the job
i can’t waste a single bar in defense of these vultures
systemic racism paving the roads they eat off
innocence of these young black boys at the end of a seesaw raised the awareness of how my color can get the police called
the same people protesting the quarantine won’t wear a mask because they say they can’t breathe
the same people in protest saying black lives matter are dying with their hands up cuz they can’t breathe
who ‘gon survive

- marcus goodine

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