God in Glass Ceilings (feat. Skech185)

My grandmother said an end times sermon with the comfort I never felt in kisses Or birthday wishes My father, perched defensive, bothered by the obvious tension I was raised around all of the violence America could churn out Burned out in class from nights of adult problems, but that was normal Evolved into the enemy of the village The crime? An aging face Zip tied and handcuffed Saving grace was a generation in the same boat Fed Black Eugenics, slave songs with ambitions burned down, caught in the rip tide Expected to fill the gap with children thanking God I can get by Little Willie got a job on Monday Was called a bum on Sunday The difference a day makes soured approval converting debt into a gangway So I'm supposed to not quietly as a 91 year old says to prepare for the fire? After asking for grandchildren to Shepherded to the same fate? The one who abandoned the family? The prodigal heretic With a redacted life? Treated as light refracted through the windows of a city bus Viewed as a limelight on failure, refusing to find God in glass ceilings These aren't family gatherings, they're job interviews for memory Can't shake that feeling, so I smiled and changed subjects Saved frowns for planes taxiing It feels great to be back home, I swear I'll be back before the snow touches down With five more minutes of humanity expanded into an hour long conversation No, I don't wish for different Anything other than this would be suspicious We're all trying our best, I get it So know my "best" is my absence when constantly being reminded of what I'm missing As if that shame will make me run back for this repetition Rude awakenings, I slept for a week Picked my motives by the basis of the faces on me I stood up, started champing at the bit to succeed Used to aching with the meek inherited self relief Embarrassed how it could be, me sobbing deep just for me Pictured posses picking posies in hell, it was dream Found the beauty in the life I thought was shrouded in grief So confusing when you fight to be a fraction of free And this my flow of conscientious I had homies pushing weight, my bros anonymous He out the game now Was around the same time when Nothing Was the Same came out So many ways it could've went south, but we're okay now This life's so precious, to keep it in tact I had to murder half the lessons that I learned from my past To be a decent human takes a lot to adapt But the beating led to healing, heeding all that I am And I got brothers hooked on 'h' it beat their heart to the ground I dread one day I hit their line, they never answer again I hate that growing old's synonymous with loss of control I saw yahweh take the wheel, and it sent shivers to the center of my tired bones That's how it goes along the hero's journey Gathered all I had, and I asked me myself if I was worthy Bolted from that starting line, though I been in this I swear there ain't no time or limit, jump into your genesis Go Go