[Noname]
No name for people to call small or colonize optimism
No name for inmate registries that they put me in prison
I sewed the answers in linen, dance 'em under the thread
Pretend I'm riding in your cities when niggas scared of the feds
There's a ghost on my bike, city lay with a bullet
He wrote the scriptures for living in all the ways that he couldn't
Gave up the profit for pennies, no taste in mystery pudding
When labels ask me to sign, so my name don't exist, so many names don't exist
Welcome to Inglewood and the trauma came with the rent
Only worldly possession I have is life, only room that I died in was 25
What's an eye for an eye when niggas won't love you back?
And medicine's overtaxed, no name look like you
No name for private corporations to send emails to
'Cause when we walk into heaven, nobody's name gon' exist
Just boundless movement for joy, nakedness radiates
[ Adam Ness]
You are the joy in all the pain
Don't forget from where you came
[?] remembers you
Your song, your truth, your light is proof
And love is still here too
[ Yaw]
Don't let it pass you by
Don't let it pass you by
Your life, you life, is your life, baby
Don't let it pass you by
Don't let it pass you by
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