River

[Verse 1: Jean Grae]

It's hard to say that we could never speak again

Or even just to keep it frequent, hard to keep it in

Harder to speak within the bars, limits of deep dissent

Of weepin' that 15 percent, of carin' where you keep your head

Of darin' to pretend things would be different if he just was dead

Fingers hover over keys with just nothing to right wrongs

Or write songs, so—I close the window on it

Took me until my 30s just to put my finger on it

Once you accept the knowledge, silence doesn't follow honest

Meet me back in '89

Where were babies still before the the new dawn of your mind

Before you went dormant

The pills, the kill switch, I wish they made one

Motherfucker, who still never changed from

Blamin' mom, blamin' us, for addiction, claimin' none

Prayin' five times a day was savin' us?

Fuck him, thank him for the genes

Unfortunately—ain't enough

'Cause ain't a love fucked if it ain't love?

Thinkin' love hurts with them fist-words

And the discourse, fist first

It's passed over me, landed on y'all

Watch you landin' in walls

Couldn't do all I wanted, my mobility stunted

Y'all I would've killed him a million hundred times, no stallin' on it

Gasoline pourin' on it, that's Jean fallin' on it

Knife into his sternum and I'm turnin' on it

Burn it all, it's worth it all, he worth it all

Inverted comic collisions, watch the comicbook

Visions be fruitful, the dominant

Siblings be useful, watch our lives be truth filled

Do you still remember me and you still?

[Verse 2: Quelle Chris]

We've been through things, you've been through things

You Pepsi soda, you challenge, I've seen you die a thousand times

And been reborn, as something new

That yin and yin, that yang and yang

Extremes, shattered dreams

New wokes, we all folks that try to cope, ain't no joke, true

I disagree with some decisions that split the tree as we receive

As little seeds, we grown

You make your bed, I make my own

No stones tossed, cause I done crossed lines plenty times

Still you and you and I

Them small fries, my sister and OGs

Congrats, cause I fade out, then fade back

I coulda this, I shoulda that

Seen cul-de-sac's that call from time to time

Just mind your motives

And hold your mind, in case these words find you in favor from the other side

Sometimes we come out these cocoons as coons, not butterflies

That's cut and dry

The under-eyes got bags with tags from all the travel

We maintain, with no regrets, to proudly claim

The lost, the found amongst these mental planes

Everything's okay—or so they say

Everything's okay, and so they say

And so they say

[Outro]

Everything is fine — everything is fine