BR0K3N H3!RL00M$

Some families pass down silver... Some pass down land... Mine passed down storms. [Verse 1] family tree crooked, Every branch got a secret and nobody wanna look at it. Inherited worry like grandma's china cabinet, Everybody scared tah break it but everybody keep stackin' it. Mama said "be strong." Daddy said "don't cry." Nobody taught me what tah do when both of em lied. (both of em lied...) Got hand-me-down heartache stitched into my jacket, Wear it every winter like it came wit da fabric. Generational debt... ain't always money. Sometimes it's da way ya learn ta laugh when shit ugly. Sometimes it's da bottle. Sometimes it's da rage. Sometimes it's stayin in a cage somebody else made. [high pitch] (ughh) Learned real young that family and safe ain't always synonyms. Still got love fo em... that don't mean I'm livin wit em. Some people inherit houses. Some inherit names. I inherited survival skills and secondhand shame. [Hook] BR0KeN HeiRL00Ms... Passed hand to hand... Like nobody knew what they were holdin'. BR0KeN HeiRL00Ms... Scars in da blood... Stories too heavy fo goldin'. Mama had em... Daddy had em... Now they sittin in my hands... Tryna break da cycle before I become part of da plan. [Verse 2] Got old photographs wit smiles that feel staged, Everybody look happy but da eyes tell a different page. Uncle said "work hard." Auntie said "stay quiet." Whole family reunion built around strategically denyin' shit. Some cousins moved away. Some cousins disappeared. Some still fightin demons nobody mention round here. I don't judge em. Hell... I know da route. Seen people lose themselves tryna escape they own house. Still hear echoes in da language that I use. Every generation leave fingerprints on truths. Every bad habit got a family resemblance. Every ghost got an address and a census. (census...) Maybe that's why I write. Maybe that's why I roam. Maybe that's why every city somehow feel like home. Maybe I ain't runnin away. Maybe I'm runnin ahead. Tryna leave somethin different fo da people comin next. [Hook] BR0KeN HeiRL00Ms... Passed hand to hand... Like nobody knew what they were holdin'. BR0KeN HeiRL00Ms... Scars in da blood... Stories too heavy fo goldin'. Mama had em... Daddy had em... Now they sittin in my hands... Tryna break da cycle before I become part of da plan. [Outro] Every family got ghosts. Mine just taught me how tah rap.