Table Manners Missing

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(Verse 1) Came out the gate with a busted deck, no soft place to land World already spinning, don’t care about your plan No porch light waiting, no voice saying “slow down” Just the dark and the hunger and the noise in the background Grew up in a minute when the house stayed loud Learned how to move quiet, how to not make a sound Street was the classroom, the teacher never showed So you pick up the pieces of the stuff that you know (Hook) Bad hand, cold table, some of us still made it But the little lessons missing, and the grown man feels it Talking too loud, don’t know when to sit still Standing there awkward, everybody looking ill Nobody pulled you aside, nobody said it plain Now you’re grown and embarrassed by the shit that you say We crawl through the wreckage, we find our own way But the holes in the teaching still show every day (Verse 2) Seen ’em make it out — steady check, steady roof Didn’t fold, didn’t fold up, still standing in the truth But the small stuff stay missing where the eyes can’t see How to shake a hand proper, how to say thanks with ease What you don’t pick your teeth at, what you don’t do in a crowd How to not look stupid when you’re figuring it out You learned how to harden, learned how to survive But you still feel the heat from the lessons denied (Hook) Bad hand, cold table, some of us still made it But the little lessons missing, and the grown man feels it Talking too loud, don’t know when to sit still Standing there awkward, everybody looking ill Nobody pulled you aside, nobody said it plain Now you’re grown and embarrassed by the shit that you say We crawl through the wreckage, we find our own way But the holes in the teaching still show every day (Outro) Nobody taught you the quiet rules, the ones that keep you clean So you walk through the room and you still feel the scene World don’t slow down for the ones who got dealt wrong Some of us make it — we just carry it long