Nothing Ever Changes

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    The pain of our broken bones
    Holds no candle to the pain of our broken homes
    The bothersome cold and fatherless homes
    Who is to blame but our own
    When mothers overseas
    See pain that we don’t know
    And they pray their offspring have no double X chromosome
    Cause if so, they become triple X photo drones
    While we spend our time alone
    On our cellular phones
    Not connecting with each other’s minds
    And definitely not connecting with each other’s souls
    And this black hole’s just the right size for the devil to make his home
    And it’s sad to say but I can unfortunately admit that
    Time after time I’ve let these demons inhabit my mind
    But can you blame me when I’m raised in a nation that
    Teaches me every time I make a mistake
    I can just blame society
    And my United States is a product of history books
    Not history
    And I’m the child of enough stern preaching
    To believe in things I can’t even see
    But I’ll take it with no reason cause I need some sort of clarity and dignity
    Through this changing season
    And people say I’m speaking blasphemy and unrighteously
    And I’m gonna regret this
    When really I’m just telling you what I’m afraid of
    And they say I’m gonna wish I could eat my words
    When I meet my maker
    But I’ve compromised myself so many times
    That I don’t even know what I’m made of
    So forgive me
    I’m just another broken human
    Trying to live freely

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    Composición: Cam Smith

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