state property
Intro – whispered) Yeah… Another case file, another last name… They never ask why we break the same. (Verse 1) Born in a house I don’t remember, cold floor, November — foster mom temper, hand-me-down hoodie, smells like menthols, church on Sunday, pain behind the stained walls. New school every three or four months, learn to pack fast, never learn to trust. Kids laugh, say I’m “state property,” I just write bars to escape poverty. Social worker askin’, “how you feel inside?” I lie — “I’m fine,” but my hope done died. They say “love’s free,” but I seen receipts, and every hug I got came with strings and deceit. (Hook) I’m a system baby, raised by shadows, sleepin’ in rooms where the echoes battle. Try to pray, but my faith unravel, ain’t no road home, just pain and gravel. I’m a system baby, born in the static, every breath I take just sound cinematic. Blood on my hands, fate automatic — God can’t save what the state made tragic. (Verse 2) Moved to a house on the eastside slums, man of the house drank ‘til his words got numb. He said, “you ain’t mine, so mind your tone,” I said one thing wrong — got thrown to the floor. Saw red drip slow on the bathroom tile, swore to myself, I’ma make him smile — when the tables turn, when the light go dim, I’ma show him what the system did to him. Fast forward, seventeen, still in the loop, knife in the boot, hoodie smell like soot. They said “anger issues,” I said “truth,” they said “therapy,” I said “proof.” (Bridge – whispered, distorted) All the files say “emotionally disturbed,” but no one ever read my words. They fostered a ghost, not a child, now that ghost walk free, and wild… (Final Verse – dark turn) Crept through the hall, night thick like tar, moon on the blade like a fallen star. He was snorin’ drunk on the couch again, I saw my whole childhood in his grin. No sound, no scream — just one clean cut, years of rage in a single gut. He opened his eyes, whispered, “son—” but I ain’t no one’s, I’m the broken one. Blood on my shirt like foster red, sirens hum where lullabies bled. Judge’ll call me “monster,” therapist’ll cry, but they never asked why I had to die first inside. (Hook – outro) I’m a system baby, raised by shadows, sleepin’ in rooms where the echoes battle. Try to pray, but my faith unravel, ain’t no road home, just pain and gravel. I’m a system baby, lost in static, born from neglect, turned automatic. Blood on my soul — can’t take it back — state-made killer on a foster track.
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Intro – whispered) Yeah… Another case file, another last name… They never ask why we break the same. (Verse 1) Born in a house I don’t remember, cold floor, November — foster mom temper, hand-me-down hoodie, smells like menthols, church on Sunday, pain behind the stained walls. New school every three or four months, learn to pack fast, never learn to trust. Kids laugh, say I’m “state property,” I just write bars to escape poverty. Social worker askin’, “how you feel inside?” I lie — “I’m fine,” but my hope done died. They say “love’s free,” but I seen receipts, and every hug I got came with strings and deceit. (Hook) I’m a system baby, raised by shadows, sleepin’ in rooms where the echoes battle. Try to pray, but my faith unravel, ain’t no road home, just pain and gravel. I’m a system baby, born in the static, every breath I take just sound cinematic. Blood on my hands, fate automatic — God can’t save what the state made tragic. (Verse 2) Moved to a house on the eastside slums, man of the house drank ‘til his words got numb. He said, “you ain’t mine, so mind your tone,” I said one thing wrong — got thrown to the floor. Saw red drip slow on the bathroom tile, swore to myself, I’ma make him smile — when the tables turn, when the light go dim, I’ma show him what the system did to him. Fast forward, seventeen, still in the loop, knife in the boot, hoodie smell like soot. They said “anger issues,” I said “truth,” they said “therapy,” I said “proof.” (Bridge – whispered, distorted) All the files say “emotionally disturbed,” but no one ever read my words. They fostered a ghost, not a child, now that ghost walk free, and wild… (Final Verse – dark turn) Crept through the hall, night thick like tar, moon on the blade like a fallen star. He was snorin’ drunk on the couch again, I saw my whole childhood in his grin. No sound, no scream — just one clean cut, years of rage in a single gut. He opened his eyes, whispered, “son—” but I ain’t no one’s, I’m the broken one. Blood on my shirt like foster red, sirens hum where lullabies bled. Judge’ll call me “monster,” therapist’ll cry, but they never asked why I had to die first inside. (Hook – outro) I’m a system baby, raised by shadows, sleepin’ in rooms where the echoes battle. Try to pray, but my faith unravel, ain’t no road home, just pain and gravel. I’m a system baby, lost in static, born from neglect, turned automatic. Blood on my soul — can’t take it back — state-made killer on a foster track.
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