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Motion Blur
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Illmac
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Uh, young man brush the dirt off his shoulders The world in front of him, used to be down bad to new beginnings Whose split personalities’d tug-of-war ‘til they wore each other out, and nothing ever gets truly finished Ooh that’s too familiar, soon you’ll get the picture Just tryna choose a filter, just tryna loosen them screws we know they wound tight Read the headline check, make a judgement check, click the soundbite That sounds about right, most days he stays at home in the house like he’s afraid of the outside Like he’s safe on that lil’ island, building a lifeboat But if he planned on leaving he’d tie a rope to them high hopes and fly away By the way tryna find his hiding place you gotta cross his mind, who’s got the right-of-way? Like watercolors across my windows, all I see is motion blur Uh, young woman brush the dirt off her shoulders The world in front of her, scarred from all the trauma she had withstood Stronger than she realizes she is, she’s powerful but stares in the funhouse mirror and sees damaged goods Survivor of sexual trauma, tries not to let it define her But the pressure reminds her that it’s a man’s world ‘It’s what she wore, deep down she really liked the attention’, don’t click the comments it’s a mad world Gotta take it in small doses Bob wily, keep baby-stepping, it’s all motion Some days she feel like dogwoods in the spring, some days fall roses It’s all growth and I just soak it in like osmosis Close her eyes and woke up years later, how could we not notice? Like watercolors across my windows, all I see is motion blur Young father brush the dirt off his shoulders The world in front of him, currently down bad to new beginnings He sleeps in a tent down the street from the house that he grew up in Choosing this over mom’s rules, it’s too restricted Ironic independence seem to bring a new dependence On a substance though, it’s a comfort zone not a new position He’s used to it, his work booted him when his work boots were the first shoes that fits him now he’s disillusioned wit’ it A different person when he was working Held his head higher looked you in the eye, felt he had a purpose He lets his anger out, vents his pain on paper and leaves it laying ‘round, things he’d never say out loud I think he secretly hopes that they get found Like if they do maybe he will, ‘til then he anchors down Don’t hold your breath, it’s escape or drown Tryna find balance on shaky ground Feels like he’s breaking maybe, he needs a break from his vacant town It’s got a stranglehold on him like the people he chooses to hang around But he’s loyal and they always stay around doing the same things, maybe that’s why nobody makes it out I know his story isn’t done being written I’m just flipping through pages, tears blurring my vision Like watercolors across my windows, all I see is motion blur It’s easy to autopilot through life, blinded by the motion blur We naturally fill in the blanks, categorize and think we know others’ story based off the headlines It’s easy to judge a puzzle by the piece or two in front of us when all we know is fragments ‘Cause all we show is fragments ‘I woulda done this’, ‘I’d never do that’ ‘If I were in that position’ It’s harder to empathize and not look at others as flawed versions of ourselves When confronted with a loved one’s hidden truths we’re surprised or hurt, we weren’t given an all-access pass to them When we may not’ve created a safe space for them to be able to be that vulnerable in the first place All we know is fragments Yeah First impressions can be quite different, I don’t always get it right I’m judging others with specks, but I’ve got a plank in my own eye Painted by the same hand, tryna get by on this earth Like watercolors across my windows, all I see is motion blur All we know is fragments, ‘cause all we show is fragments Like watercolors across my windows, all I see is motion blur Guess the only moral of the story, is try not to judge ‘cause it’s more to every story Uh, I been getting high, and I can’t feel my lows Head up in the sky yeah, that’s where I’ma go I’ma, paint my life in gold, dip my flesh in bones, need to cleanse my soul Maybe I will, uh, maybe I won’t Maybe I will, maybe I won’t And this ain’t what you wanted this is what is wrote God’s word coming from the GOAT Jim Jones running with the Kult Spike the punch, cut the coke f**k the world tilt the globe on its axis, feel the stroke Yeah b*t*h, feel the stroke Turn ‘em into fiends got the fix now I’ll never be broke, let’s go They say I’m the one, that’s not enough for me I need everything, pay me like you owe me something Pay me like you owe me something Pay me like you owe me something Need to, paint my life in gold, dip my flesh in bone, need to cleanse my soul Maybe I will, maybe I won’t Yeah, something something I yada yada yeah, need to finish this song Maybe I will, maybe I won’t
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