Smoke

I can’t move
It’s not growing pains or nightmares
I don’t recognize the blood that’s running through

I don’t sleep
While my history’s on fire
Another child is being born across the street

There’s no rest
I see eyes in every corner
I know they’ve come to point their fingers in my chest

I see smoke again, it’s slowly floating up
And I know if I look down, I’ll see the gun
That rests in my hand, rests in my hand

I’ve got no more
I pulled my roots up as a brother
And now I’m wilting 'cause I’m just so f***ing bored

I see smoke again, it’s slowly floating up
And I know if I look down, I’ll see the gun
That rests in my hand, rests in my hand