I can’t believe family could be so savage.
Swore to me I was free, then took advantage.
I know you thought it was a sad song, but this shit is an anthem.
Had me doin tricks like a sideshow.
It’s clear to me now that I was your survival.
All your excuses are dead on arrival.
You say it’s the truth, but my blood is my Bible.
And I’m finally cutting the strings.
Cuz I’m stripped bare, got nothin left.
And I’m finally cutting the strings.
Born a slave to the rhythm, but I’ll never be a victim.
They’re rich quick like an outlaw, then blindside with a southpaw.
Stay, stay. How could I stay?
Day after day.
Steal my story with a straight face.
Oh, how’s that taste?
It’s clear to me now that I was your survival.
All your excuses are dead on arrival.
You say it’s the truth, but my blood is my Bible.
And I’m finally cutting the strings.
Cuz I’m stripped bare, got nothin left.
And I’m finally cutting the strings.
I’ve heard that it happens.
You feed the young to the wolves like nothin else matters.
Well, I ain’t got nothin left.
So, I’m finally cutting the strings.
It’s clear to me now that I was your survival.
All your excuses are dead on arrival.
You say it’s the truth, but my blood is my Bible.
And I’m finally cutting the strings.
Cuz I’m stripped bare, got nothin left.
And I’m finally cutting the strings.