Kitchen Table

Vowed to never live on my knees

Never beg, I'm never fed off of "gimme" or "please"

I never bled off of crawling

So if I should bleed, it's from my hands drywalling

All of this shit is me, every wall that I installed

Every entrance you see, I drew it all

And threw it all up to just what it be

Knew it all, true to all, moving on, true to Vaughn

Forgiveness is at the end and I got endings to weave

Attaching 'em where they need at, back to where my lean at

Dreams got wings but they clipping 'em where they breathe at

So fuck trying to sing, I'm trying to swing where the seats at

And know that anything that I bring, I'm trying to readapt

And try and fight a feeling but the feeling subsides

And the high that you been given when you get to provide

Is defining the ambition that you wish to revive

Live or die but while you living keep the kitchen in mind

And remember the placemats is laying where they should be at

And everybody made they way to where they seats at

Feel like all eyes on me, from how they need that

Can't be mad at 'em 'cause here is where they eat at

So me? I'm trying to decorate the kitchen table

And put enough around for every one of them nouns, I mean

I'm just trying to decorate the kitchen table

And put enough around for everyone sitting down, I mean

The process of providing and trying to find it in words

Passing the margin and contemplating consignment

And circle backwards and forwards and falling for the reminding

And stressing over these plates and the utensils that's beside 'em

From counting three times and hoping you counted wrong

Till all of the count is gone and all that you counted on

Ain't on the table

And you were supposed to make sure that was decent

And now all this decorating is needed

Never waited to see it

'Cause ain't nobody waiting to be seated

And they ain't trying to change up how they eating

Man of the house entails bringing home anything but a reason

'Cause a reason can't clear away the grievance