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from Bones by Brom

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To mend, stand lonely yet side by side
Shed two, not three tears and count them as they dry
Know them for who they are, not who they’ve been
Child actor turned chiropractor
Let the world begin to shed its skin

Lost track, the backlash is intact
You could say inebriated
Lame, out-dated, breeds a hatred
Made to think that “Yeah, I made it!”
Shit is sacred, some just take it
Rearrange it, can’t exchange it
Left lying naked, famous faded

I had my doubts and debt, roped regrets
Couldn’t seem to forget
The line turns thick with stress
The grey it blends
Holistic trend
Dotted line to the end
No goalie to tend
Freefall, to the final descent
Brace for landing again
There’s no landing again
But we try to pretend

We sit our sorry’s by singing angels
Fallen halo’s spin farther fables
Fathers just as able, no need for a Cain
No need to explain
Explanations might change sometimes for the worse
While opinions more informed lack this common curse
Ignorance so bold, shotgun in the herse
When told I'm growing old
I look for what I am worth

What I'm worth what I want
My name in bigger font
Alabaster statue status
With a cape and crown to match it
It's not about class, in fact, classless
It's about the view through these glasses
The process to process this practice
The patience to make sense of madness

Madness, calloused, break it down to build new
All so tragic, had the tools to fix too
Too many moments to waste, not enough space
Spaced out trying to face
Common disgrace
Disgraceful
The grace, cold
Third take on a stay, fold
The state where the states cold
“Mistakes” made to make gold
I wait, well why wait told
The weight makes the break hold
The bait bought now tasteful
A couple of days old

I’m sick of sick and tired
Tired of sickness starting fire
Feeble witness to conspire
Tired and sick, I’ll start the fire

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from Bones, released July 30, 2016

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Brom Calgary, Alberta

Producer, musician and rapper, Brom, gives his take on hiphop.

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