Came Up Bent

Lyrics

[Intro] Father Christos, forgive me for the bad acts [Verse 1] Apocalyptic state of mind, wasteland in my head Mad Max miles, every turn a warning sign ahead We’re outta whack—what was in the air, the shot, the news? Too many loud answers, not enough to choose Gen X gang members, bad cats with mad straps Hip-hop and gang culture, yeah, those are sad facts I can’t watch TV; it’s all soft, all flat Sweet talk, thin stories—give me truth over that [Hook] We came up bent, still standing on our feet Hard years taught the heart to keep a steady beat Counted out, crossed off, left behind the glass God never used their numbers when He weighed our past [Verse 2] Meager beginnings, grew up with poor cash Empty cupboards, hand-me-downs, making little last They counted me out, but God didn’t use their math Kept a small flame alive along a long, rough path Christos blessed, pullin’ up with flavor like DoorDash Still working on my temper, Aries on a war path I bite my tongue, breathe slow, let the hot words pass Trying to build a better life from a fractured past [Hook] We came up bent, still standing on our feet Hard years taught the heart to keep a steady beat Counted out, crossed off, left behind the glass God never used their numbers when He weighed our past [Outro] Father Christos, forgive me for the bad acts I’m still here, still learning how to answer back