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[Intro] I couldn't tell you then I'll sure as shit tell you now [Verse 1a] Whole life tested no prerequisite pain wrote the questions called us illiterate Red in the margins remarks on the evidence graded on coping by people who never lived it Learned presentation immaculate masking "How have you been?" gets the socially passing Head full of arguments mouth full of manners whole fucking war getting filed under "standard" [Verse 1b] Kept a few sentences serving their time years behind bars before bars gave 'em lines Speech wouldn't carry so rhythm translated drums gave a body to thoughts suffocating Now somewhere one person hears theirs coming back "Holy fuck that's my head coming out of that track" Put that shit somewhere somebody can find it You don't have to clean the blood off before you write it [Hook] Put the worst of us into the speakers turn it up make the damage mean shit Words in our throats when we couldn't speak 'em pain runs deep let somebody feel it Fuck a million people listening give me one who thought "No one fucking gets it" Give 'em one damn song when the night gets vicious one more voice saying "Yeah I've fucking lived it" [Verse 2a] Who made an instrument proof of legitimacy? Who put a price on expression called it ability? Means to make music music for means tell me which one makes the artist complete? Some had the lessons the ledger the language some had a head full of hell and no way to translate it No staff No strings No studio training Still had a fucking point worth articulating [Rhythmic Break] So what are we measuring? Metrics Clicks Streams Reach? Count every play can't count what it means when one person hears four bars at the worst fucking hour and words they couldn't find come back through the speaker louder That's impact. Not numbers underneath it not monthly listeners lists little digits Count it Chart it Graph it Stack it. Can't put a decimal on somebody saying "That's it" [Verse 2b] That's me That's the thought That's the shit I couldn't catch That's my head coming back through a track with a kick and a snare attached [Breakdown] The words were mine before they had a sound before I had somewhere to send 'em Now something written quiet in a room can make it out find somebody I may never know Put that shit somewhere somebody can find it You don't have to make peace with it before you write it [Hook] Put the worst of us into the speakers turn it up make the damage mean shit Words in our throats when we couldn't speak 'em pain runs deep let somebody feel it Fuck a million people listening give me one who thought "No one fucking gets it" Give 'em one damn song when the night gets vicious one more voice saying "Yeah I've fucking lived it" [Bridge] "Bruh it won't fix shit" Wasn't asking it to "what if I'm fucked tomorrow" Then tomorrow gets music too "shit... nobody hears this" Somebody fucking will "And if it's one?" One is fucking real [Final Hook] Put the worst of us into the speakers turn it up make the damage mean shit Words in our throats when we couldn't speak 'em pain runs deep let somebody feel it Fuck a million people listening give me one who thought "No one fucking gets it" Give 'em one damn song when the night gets vicious one more voice saying "Yeah I've fucking lived it" [Final Lift] We put our worst where somebody could hear it dug that shit up when we'd rather have buried it This one's ours but fuck it you can carry it make something human from something unbearable If you heard yourself here then this shit was fucking worth it for the broken the beaten the beautiful