> Shadow with me while I'm steppin' on my own resentment
> Life scatter in all directions, I was overzealous
> Overcurious, Momma worry her days get better
> I know she heard me, a timid voice in her stormy weather
> And Poppa taught me our ancestors were tarred and feathered And brought across the sea, bodies swinging from poplar trees
> I wore a modernesque version, my burden haunted me I cautiously approach the rather daunting sea
> By nightfall I face the man I'm 'sposed to be All this grief, been eatin' away my stomach lining
> It's hard to eat when my poppa image stuck inside me
> I wore his death mask,
> smilin' through the trauma
> In his honor,
> I'm expounding