Текст пісні Untitled 3 - Soul Glo

Untitled 3

Retire permanently to ruin
The scorn of society sharpened my teeth
Equipping me to strip the meat from it’s bleeding body
The scraps I eat drip with opportunity
I’m the latest in a line of survivors
Unidentifiable and subordinate men
And betrayed and brutalized women themselves
Themselves, fellow pixels in a picture of diaspora
Rhetoric is a burden, a frivolity used as political currency
It’s conflicting, to say the least, to want to use metaphor to speak as deeply
as meaning will allow while still fully aware that
This message will fall on blind ears
Y’all don’t really hear me, though
I had to step down and simplify to speak this shit
And y’all still don’t even hear me