I be like, damn

I've been alone for a bit
Don’t leave alone with my wrist
I know that shit gonna wilt
Left for a sec for a bitch
Died for a sec but I’m stitched

Cleaning the blood out my stitches
Cleaning the blood off my stitching
I might pick scabs if they itching
Momma see blood in my fingers

Momma see blood on my fingers
Water work hard on my hands
Tried to stay away from pots and the pans
Stupid boy grown an ignorant man
Open mouth every syllable damned

I be like “damn”
Should have learned then to speak in advance
Wilted hands blessing wrinkly plans

I be like “damn”
I've been focused on my days on the stand
All the things that are claimed on a man
Learned to speak from my momma but sand
Trapped in my lungs and my tongue there’s just sand
Trapped in my lungs and my tongue I’m like “damn”

I be like "damn"
I might hold you if he’s losing his hands
You might lose me if you’re checking my hands
Run for your life
Note to you all that I run for my life

I might hold you if he's losing his hands
You might lose me if you're checking my hands
Run for my life
Note to you all that I run for my life

Run for my life
I might hold you if he's losing his hands
You might lose me if you're checking my hands
Run for my life
Note to you all that I run for my life

Run for my life
I might hold you if he's losing his hands
You might lose me if you're checking my hands
Run for my life
Note to you all that I run for my life
Run for my light
Run for it

I be like, "damn"
I be like, "damn"

*exhale*