Everyone's walk home is a little different. Be grateful you survived yours.
Inspired by The Walk Home animated short by Steve Cutts
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broken glass, used to bust my ass, stepping over tryna pass // "where you think youre going? you aint leaving, oh no not so fast" // pull me back, feel the crack of a louis slugger bat // theyre brandishing their knives, so i dipped like fuckin acrobat // i stumble, straight tripping down the street // blocking out the pain to solely focus on moving my feet // take a peek through the window of a lying lizard meet // corrupted blinders on the scales, to feared gazelle just tryna eat // murder, violence, theft and rape, thats the game the city plays // but i am just a pawn to the culture, planning my escape // i am not a killer, i am better, with a broken face // theyre setting cars on fire, im just tryna fuck up out the way // monsters with the weapons in the hoodies barely hide the trace // leaving bodies in the street, me, i feel so out of place // gotta take the alley to avoid the oh so common fate // of the those who call the bluff of the secret citys scary state // almost home, the projects that contain my bed // stopping by a body, seems so basic, covered congo red // take a closer look at the boy whos bodys full of lead // trippin, cuz i recognize my sorry head
dropping to my knees, ghosts appear from under streets // innocence and knowledge reach a phantom hand right out to me // pile on another, and another, we all start to weep // they cure my swollen eyes, and the show me what i need to see // the monsters break free from their ugly skin // guns and knives disappear, and hatred even starts to thin // and under sin, they no more grin a violent grin // im looking through a mirror at the fear that we all feel within // it hits me, i was wrong about the city // monsters only spook cuz conditions on these streets are shitty // no one dare to help us out, they dont see what i see now // society is broken as a whole, no one here is proud // were all human, just trying to survive // doing what we have to do to keep ourselves alive // and oh my, finally i see my killers eyes // as he takes his walk home, in a city built to help us die
released May 4, 2016
The Breathing Backwards // Husked // Steve Cutts
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