MEMENTO MORI. / REDEMPTION.

[Part 1: Produced by Syndrome]

[Intro: Byron Henderson]
Yeah
Mm

[Verse 1: Byron Henderson]
Dial tone on my hotline, it don’t bling much
Heaven sent, yet I’m raising Hades from a city where they love to breed lust
I’ve been detrimental to myself lately
Couple failed attempts at planting seeds, look
So you’d better come get your immunization from this cannon barrel
Cause I’m more than a man and I’m counting bullets that’ll land in whoever’s name brand apparel
Through the ceiling, walls, and floor, yes
Demons here to cause plenty more stress
Leave them on the man upstairs’ doorstep
More or less, things change, people change
Swerving off the road, need to pick a lane
Rearrange, tired of leaning on Kels and Aaliyah like crutches to keep me sane
You’d better spread the word because my time is limited
I’m beyond infinity, yet I’m boxed in?
I’m the enemy, yet I’m Byron
It’s trauma killing me, so I’ve gotta deny you entry
I apologize to any who’ve got a problem with how I renege and waiver
But as I wave good-bye, I just hope I’m still packing a wallop
Even if I never see you again, just know I love y’all
But I’ve gotta go
Y’all gotta go

[Outro: Byron Henderson]
Was really out here making room for blessings that ain’t never coming
I accept that nothing here is promised
All I’ve got is stress from running
I’ll be honest, I can see I’m way too indecisive
Cause I came a long way, I’ve been fighting
Been feeling resentment, cause how can I leave who ain’t leave me
The wrong way is enticing, and freedom ain’t free
But F it, long as I get to be me…

[Interlude: Byron Henderson]
I didn’t know where home was. I was drowning; drowning in everything bad about myself. I looked at myself as a reminder that all men die. But ironically, when I closed my eyes, that’s when I felt something… Better yet, someone grab my hand and say, “Breathe”. That’s when I found out where home was...

[Part 2: Produced by Mantra]

[Intro: Breana Marin]
Hmm
Redemption…

[Verse 1: Byron Henderson]
Relations castrated for safety precautions
Visions of my babies in coffins, and lately it’s often
Sour emotions could do away with me shortly, I’m frustrated
I’ve taken my losses and kept it pushing
But just maybe, there’s more to this than I thought, and I need distance
If I let everything go, will my soul leave with it?
Or will I breathe again, cause I love empathy
Whatever ventures back after I leave it is meant to be
Stay out of my way
If I want it, I’ll take it
I’m haunted by racists
I’m tarnished, I’m jaded
The corner I’m placed in now has an exit, uh

[Hook: Breana Marin]
Praying for the day that the good lord saves my soul
Raise me up ‘til I'm on my feet again
I'm on my knees
Weak
Praying for the day that the good lord brings me
Redemption

[Refrain: Byron Henderson]
Turned trauma to power and broke free (yeah, yeah)
All of these battle wounds, licking them clean (whoa, whoa)

[Interlude: Byron Henderson]
...od I tuB
—wonk ton I rof ,snis ym lla rof em evigrof ,droL

Down to meet my maker (meet my maker)
Who’s trying to see my greatness (see my greatness)

[Hook: Breana Marin]
Praying for the day that the good lord saves my soul
Raise me up ‘til I'm on my feet again
I'm on my knees
Weak
Praying for the day that the good lord brings me
Redemption