Flesh and Blood (Redo)
• Written by Spawn
Spawn's Notes
This is the remake of Flesh and Blood (first song I made) with the same beat and theme, but I changed most of the lyrics, syllables and set the bars right so it would flow better. Personally, I think it shows a better display of lyrics, any way. The last lines not mine, just in there cause it's part of the instrumental.
// [Intro]
Tell me where to go, tell me what to do, I'll be right there for you/
Tell me what to say, no matter if it's true, I'll say it all for you/
// [Verse 1]
I speak not only for the the voiceless and for those in need/
But for the people who are seen as a corrupt seed/
Living life their own way just to never be freed/
from the torture of others, they feed it/
And they know they can't blend in/
So they think about ending it/
You think it's a lie, but we living protected lives/
We blind, we can't see this with our eyes/
And we still got kids pulling out blades and kitchen knives/
Slashing at their wrists, wishing they'd die/
Done with you motherfuckers, I'm gone, good-bye/
Mothers heads tucked in, day and night they'll cry/
And these kids who're different, they keep taking shit/
And these fake cocksuckers fists/
We know the world's got problems, so it's our job to fix em/
And our very own childhood conflicts depict em/
// [Bridge]
And if you fall, I'll catch you there/
I'll be your savior from all the wars/
That are fought inside your world/
Please have faith in my words/
// [Hook]
Cause this is my legacy, legacy, yeah/
This is my legacy, legacy, yeah/
There's no guarantee, it's not up to me, we can only see/
This is my legacy, legacy, legacy, legacy/
// [Verse 2]
Everyday some kids go out and fight war/
When they come back home, they know there's always more/
to be fought, not finding refuge in the ones they adore/
Before anything though, they're called bitches, punks and whores/
And this is what they have to put up with daily/
And they know its sounds crazy but maybe/
If they ended it they'd finally be in safety/
In the bathroom with a blade, wrists shaking/
Tears pouring out they eyes, eyes wrecked, stomach aching/
This time it's for real, I'm not faking out/
I'm making these fuckers know what I got out of life/
On the gravestone'll be written "ended by knife"/
You made my life hell, now I'm gone to paradise/
What the fuck am I waiting for man, make the sacrifice!/
Pick the knife up off the counter and make the first slice/
This looks like the right size, think I hit the vein right/
I think I see the white light, so my fight's over/
Breath held tight, biting your lip, and your dead by night/
You left us, the ones you love and the ones with spite/
And these are the people that I write for/
You delighted in making them feel like shit/
Despite the fact that to you they never did shit/
It's fucked up how quickly we can forget about it, too/
And you think there's no way this can happen to you too/
They can make you that with you there's something wrong/
And that's the feeling I'm trying to describe in this song/
Cause
// [Hook]
This is my legacy, legacy, yeah/
This is my legacy, legacy, yeah/
There's no guarantee, it's not up to me, we can only see/
This is my legacy, legacy, legacy, legacy/
// [Verse 3]
We're seeing no improvement either/
And I'm no firm believer that we can fully end this neither/
But this is a sickness on the world, I call it a fever/
But if I'm wrong, I'll gladly let you call me a deceiver/
I'm no stress-reliever, no natural born leader/
But those are the people we need, the overachievers/
Different kinds of people in this world, some are kind/
Others are cocksuckers, and the rest are blind/
Wind up and been bind to where society assigned/
em', they can't comprehend that you can find different shit in other minds/
To me they define ignorance at its finest/
They'll be left behind, underline that/
Trying to undermine my efforts, let's find out/
Not even signed, I don't care, I'll assign myself to a malign world/
I put my heart and soul in these lines/
And I'll carry this legacy on til' the end of times/
When my days are numbered and I got nothing to whine about/
The best days'll be when I got nothing left to rhyme about/
Been working overtime, anytime's fine for me to let out/
And I doubt you can fully understand what I'm talking 'bout/
Devout to my bars, never fading throughout/
Me? I decided to embark a different route/
Where I could scream my bars straight out my heart/
To me, that's the best possible start/
The best part about me is I am not you, I'm me, I'm the Fire Marshall and this is my/
// [Hook]
This is my legacy, legacy, yeah/
This is my legacy, legacy, yeah/
There's no guarantee, it's not up to me, we can only see/
This is my legacy, legacy, legacy, legacy/
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Spawn
Member since May 2 2014