Pressure Points

Lyrics for Pressure Points

Yeah, yeah Photo with the folded arms, my brother charm infinite Call my mom, call my pops, my little sister missing me Day 55 smokeless, denying empathy Divine christening, foturne child, I known the sky and all the stars vividly Shoulder cries and when my poppa died, his spirit live with me Everywhere I go, you are a part of all that interest me Palms are open, pray to God she love me and he cherish me My heart is like a pit, an open wound, I raise a cherry tree Love to Knoxville and Nashville, the land of Tennessee Papa Papa lived and had his kids with no comparisons Arrogantly Harry Barnes when Kobe wouldn't dare to flinch Grateful for my water source while terribly aware of Flint Listening to Ghost on the ropes when we made "The Mint" Leading with my soul and not my nose I'm known to cherish things that never last I made the path and not the bed Cherokee, Choctaw, Navajo, [?] Mayan and the Aztecs [?] and the Sutra European settlements with not a care for who died We living with some anguish Why I gotta say it two times for me to be heard? So absurd I gotta cool down, keep a cool head My tool shed is in my home now My [?] getting home still Atone of the wise owl The shrine of my dad house Emotions getting cast out But the garden of the chosen ones A vocal tongue, I had to bounce, stretch the boat Next to go, Mexico Blessings go, arrive new Tied to the truth Strange fruit hanging from a noose They blind too Crying through the hands, I'm trying to provide for you You and you And the night is still a vibrant blue It's Navy Blue