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lirik lagu nico georis & kb brookins - viii. get free (reinvention)

[verse 1]
to my people that have transitioned to another plane
get free
to you, the witness of what love does to the brain
get free
to my friends for loving me, though they don’t always know how
to my body for housing a trauma that is timid
to the holes in my jeans, to my wide hips and my lips, for always being uncontainable

[verse 2]
i want to love this city
the street i grew up on, where three men, brown as church pews, roll in dirt as cops suffocate their wistful wrists, dogs sniffing through the newly built house that has since been boarded up
you know, the corner store, where ramey and stalcup meet, where i first smoked weed with a young boy in orange shoes who now rocks an orange jumpsuit
the brown sauce smothered pork chops and stormie monday’s that fill your tummy till you feel a kind of heaven. yo, i want this city to be loved for downtown and the hood equally
when i went to university up the street, they told me not to drive past the train tracks because it’s sketchy
like being thrust into whiteness isn’t sketchy enough, like wax dripping candles at high school vigils aren’t just as pretty as the parade of lights on seventh street
i hate to love this city
when a stop sign on berry has “6” painted under stop, so you know what hood it is, where i first felt love, like true, true love breathing on the side of my neck, on the littest of school nights from a boy who these days, pushes daisies
d~mn. i love this city
lay on the wood and rusted nail where southside and the burbs meet long enough, you’ll hear
church ladies, humming

[verse 3]
and n0body could have predicted this pr~ckly upper lip, demiqueer, picture it: 12 year old rockin cornrows, always dressed in pastels and sporting feathered eyelashes from clucking one too many a chicken head, always palms down on any school lunch table, 12 to 12:30pm
the complicated relationship with home, though home should never be jeopardized. besides, i’m 12, too young to hold a story no one listens to, too busy beating on lunch on tables, wondering what it takes to be a little less visible
[verse 3]
get free
i want more
for you. i want
more for love
after this, we’ll be free

- lirik lagu nico georis kb brookins

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