Deep Breath (God’s Last Gift)

[Verse: Byron Henderson]
What a journey life is
I mean, I rarely celebrate it because everything is jacked
Society to prices
Everything’s about a mac or how we’re indecisive
Fabricated realities while we’re in a crisis
Now I’m thinking back to grade twelve, and how a few people let emotions get the best of them
How they fail to come to terms with the fact I bested them
Take L’s and lie on me instead of being men, that’s why they fell
I see beyond fashion
Like are you morally intact?
Here to bathe in the tears of haters?
Or try smashing the thickest woman you run across?
You’re telling me that people wearing Jesus Pieces are really living without passion?
I speak a lot about my personal issues
What you expect me to say, prominent verses or diss you?
Rather be left to decay, promises working against you
From a city that breeds death, and I’m alert to this
Did you ever sit back and just wonder, “Where do we go from here?”
We hate cops, cops hate us, and we’re both unclear of what caused it
Old heads telling me vote this year
It’s my future and chance to fix what they broke this year
Nope, we hate each other, so what is hope this year?
Ain’t buying it, so how about they both croak this year?
People are so naïve, and we need to something to believe in
If you don’t like this melanin, you don’t need to be breathing
If you ain’t for the people then you don’t need to be leading
Y’all are puppets anyway, but most don’t see this
People keep telling me I’ve done enough thinking bout somebody’s son in New Orleans that was left hanging from the bleachers after Piedmont
They kept it a secret for a reason, revenge all summer sixteen, huh?
Black lives matter
But we keep it moving till we die by someone other than us, so what’s a movement?
Even though we shouldn’t need these cops, we’re all human
Are they really here to protect us?
You ain’t hear me, are we really here to protect us?
Cause it’s amusing how people of power can sway opinions, it’s being proven
How these rappers rap about everything except what they’re doing
What we’re going through is the same battle we’re always losing
They put their heart into using these soon to be veterans and discard them with PTSD
What are you settling for, huh?
The truth is such a bitter pill to swallow
I don’t care about a Grammy; I just want to see tomorrow
I just want to see my best friend one last time
I just want meet her dad once before I die
I just want to see the day George Zimmerman’s jailed
I just want to see the day Brock Turner is held accountable
How is it possibly right to be placed in a situation like this?
If our ancestors made it like this, then F it cause I can’t relate to that ish
F tomorrow, I just want to see today and that’s it
I just want to see my best friend one last time
I just want to meet her dad once before I die
I just want to know if Trump would have came to the city if he wasn’t nominated
Or if my parents would feel like failures if they knew about my every experience
I was made too different, so I became too distant, but now it’s serious
I’ve been fighting demons my whole life
You almost took it all away from me, but that’s your right
Too many prosecutions falling through
I’m up all night, thinking about my cousin
Wondering if she’s all right, or what if I’m next?
What if I’m living my last day?
I couldn’t express how crazily people look at me
So take that stress and depression, maybe its best or a lesson
Angels in heaven are testing me, so I can’t break
Even as a kid, growing up it was hostile
But I still never dreamed of being a Rothschild
Barely had a childhood due to society screaming out “Worldstar” right before blindsiding me
So when these people argue about whose less detrimental, I just try ignoring every person that ain’t essential to me
There’s more potential in us that’ll we’ll probably never reach
They couldn’t care less about you; the money is all they see
Ain’t it funny how all these people do anything to get over?
The older I get, the more it makes sense
Got the whole world waiting on me
And although I never gave in, it would be a pleasure to watch everybody hit pavement

[Hook: Byron Henderson]
Deep breath
Exhale, we’re barely getting our feet wet
They say the truth will be able to set you free
Yet, people can never wake up
Cause God made us breakable, but did it make or break us?

Take a deep breath
Exhale, we’re barely getting our feet wet
They say the truth will be able to set you free
Yet, people can never wake up
Cause God made us breakable, but did it make or break us?

[Outro: Byron Henderson]
Breathe
Breathe
Celebrate your life and breathe