Weighted by your blanket of stone
I was afraid of what I'd become
Losing my colors and
Calling you names
Stretching on the corner of Failing
You speak with your eyes and
Correct what I say
The language reminds us of where we came
The more I understand
The less I will repeat it over again
I'm mute in the mouth but I think
My speakeasy slurs will define what I bring
And talk like I do
When I talk to myself
The more I understand
The less I will repeat it over again