I'm Hurt

My problem is changing topics

I can't admit that I'm hurt

My conscience is hating often

I can't admit that I'm hurt

My problem to be honest

I can't admit that I'm hurt

I can't admit that I'm hurt

I can't admit that I'm

I learned to love fresh cuts

Place them over rhythms

Infectious

It's melodies for my memories

Hum and forget the pressure

Repressing stressors from childhood

Just my trauma undeveloped

Recesses of my brain coming into play

Grounded in the moments and the words I never say

Ain no telling if I take my tales to the teller

Banking on a trail of tears if I ever admit my failures

So I bury with regrets

And unanswered questions

Carefully expressing just enough to leave you guessing

Every session is a shred of evidence

Detectives

On the scene searching through the records

Can't get a rest

No sleep dodging the conviction

Up late

I been overthinking what they meant when

He said this or she said that

Mental notes of ammunition that I'll fire back

Yeah it's just reloading when I throw it on a track sheet

So I always have some offenses to defend me

Keep these testimonies for the way that I am

Plant in audio so witnesses understand

This a hearing for my hurt

My problem is changing topics

I can't admit that I'm hurt

My conscience is hating often

I can't admit that I'm hurt

My problem to be honest

I can't admit that I'm hurt

I can't admit that I'm hurt

I can't admit that I'm

Taking minimum

Wages with my time

Saving nothing I'm

Trapped within my mind

Caught up in the grind

Looking for a sign

Tired

On the line trying to get the dealers out my fam hood so they live

Remember when we stayed on the cot

With them strays on the block

Pray shots don't rang through the crib

I been out here trying to get it for a minute

Living with they fabrications

Hop up on a stage

Playing pain for caucasians

Reinvest my legs

Break bread

Building tables

Flip it with my ten toes

Gold when I chose to devote to my role

Chokehold on the spokes of my wheels

Still spin 'til I'm killed

The cycle of violence and keeping it real

Code for the hurt that we feel

Never healing

Can't forget when I'm done wrong

But how I do others

That's a different song

That's a whole poem

Or a time bomb ticking

Fuse lit might just blow my temper

Hot heads leave cold bodies

I won't give in

Called out soon though

I don't listen

Wish I could chill

Not conceal how I feel

But conditioned to still

Not admit that it stems from my hurt

My problem is changing topics

I can't admit that I'm hurt

My conscience is hating often

I can't admit that I'm hurt

My problem to be honest

I can't admit that I'm hurt

I can't admit that I'm hurt

I can't admit that I'm hurt