Hypoxia
I christened my new lenses with tears, escaping my fears
Make note of any whispers I hear
Your complexion through IV bags making me weak at the knees
My swollen eyes blurring all of my thoughts and beliefs
I need him here, dear god why so sudden?
We ain’t really spoken but please don’t let him suffer
At that very moment, the levy’s buckled emotions flooded
I felt guilt weighing me down as If I'd done it
(Hypoxia) Is it true you always wanted to be a pilot?
Confused by my words cus the drugs got you flying
I said “out of fathers you the best of them all”
No hesitation you just turn around and said "I'm doing my job”
You ain’t never seen a mountain too high, simple as that
Hypoxia, forget my name, but you bring it right back
One at a time, right back to thinking intact
Your voice cracked but your smile filled the room with love
Your best friend for life, that woman my mother god bless her 35 years she held your hand
She kept your spirits high, giving hope one after another
Repeating "that’s my pretty boy and my lover"
Through tribulations and trouble that woman loved you
Yet when the doctor asked for a decision-maker
You left another woman’s number
Hypoxia, I see a lot of you in my brother
From a very young age, that boy was trouble
Charismatic y’all could light the room up with laughter
But like minds often end up with tangled antlers
Even down to the simplest manors
That boy emotional, he just want some simpler answers like goddamn
Screaming in my head leave my lips in silence
Mouth shut but the windows to my soul can't hide it
Tell her everything’s fine, she knows I’m lying
Momma said that papa had dreams of being a pilot wait, hypoxia
The dead of night is where I often feel I lose the desire to fight
But still I square up ‘gainst my demons and muster my might
My daddy’s son poet’s mind in the clip of a rifle
I said my piece, I’m trying hard not to fucking be spiteful
Mamma crying screaming "that man my best friend"
At that very moment, I knew where all the stress went
Straight to her heart, she did her best and she meant it
Dear god, I’m fucking tired of being tested
Hypoxia
Hypoxia was written by Afta Hill.
Hypoxia was produced by Stoic Beats.