-Pseudonymous - The Gall Lyrics

Grandma told me it's my turn, dont look at her like shes crazy
Weave seperte sticks and stones and dirt and daisies
Pushing flesh and bone, please dont betray me
Learn a trade to turn my income to your savings

I dont know anything at all
Still I can feel something real's going on
I think it'd be a shame if I never had the gall
What a waste, why wait, why not write it on the wall

This is a glimpse of what I'm becoming
Favoring green when passed, take it from me
Get got, groceries, homies are hungry
Cash-credit, paper-plastic, bags run me
Smokey eye blurbs on sunsets, "stunning"
Ninth tier clouds up the *cough* fee budget
Face first into the frosting, bungeed
Head held low asking, hushed and humbly
Who will help me bake the bread, the pied poultry?
Red Hen cake display de la patisserie
Do wudu pipe down water, bring purity
Any participating locations are plucky
Decided to be Loving, I was born Lundy
Pops, made sure there was food in my tummy
And God in my heart I had the Quran to study
But between a rock and a hard discussion

I dont know anything at all
Still I can feel something real's going on
Think it'd be a shame if I never had the gall
What a waste, why wait, why not write it on the wall

Grandma told me it's my turn, dont look at her like shes crazy
Weave seperte sticks and stones and dirt and daisies
Pushing flesh and bone, please dont betray me
Learn a trade to turn my income to your savings