Ticonderoga from REX. by E b yo

Lyrics:
@visitorknocking
Can anyone just call Christ, is his number public?/
Or do I have to be a herald with them blazing trumpets?/
Some people are better off left a line in a book/
The timing was shook, out of mind yet mindful in looks/

From your lips to gods ears, how odd it falls silent/
Saints speak of pastures that they’ve seen with closed eyelids/
You should have seen me on the day I found the answers/
Hands in their pray formations begging “remove the cancer”/
Never ask for the last pour of the cask/
When you never once contributed to filling my glass/
And I may share your blood, but I won’t share your hate/
And I won’t dare make noise for anyone who cannot carry their weight/
Wish I knew my papa more before he laid in bed/
I bet I’d learn to live a lot before my doctor was dead/
Electroshock therapy, inherited bolts/
Lay me down, don’t be scared of me, I’m scared of my own thoughts/
Her only sons youngest sons only son/
Wish I had the same predilection for a holy one/
Use grandads butcher twine to try to hold together/
Ask me if I’m better when I finally feel that fat render/
Down into a boiling pot/
My own words ate me alive before I soiled my shot/
That’s what I got, years trying to thicken the plot/
I found a pillar of salt, a modern version of Lot/
And the old heads say, “it’s the way we was raised”/
When the snake bit the tongue, there was nothing left to say/
Now I’m trudging towards thirty with inherited guilt/
Manic episodes, a stomach full of swill/

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