Chris Keys and Quelle Chris - Sacred Safe

Sacred safe.
Are your keys encaged.
Chase those saints away.
Sacred safe.
Are your hearts engaged.
Keep those saints away.

Born of a sufferer might die a sufferer
Fight like a sufferer might rise as a sufferer
Took me a couple of lifetimes to toughen up
Each life like one hell of a ride buckle up
Keep on trucking we Einsteins of fuckin up
These are the breaks you shake it off or suck it up
Or sabotage through self-destruct
We camouflage with healthy blunts
I'm finding comfort in my personal space of pain
I'm just a sculpture getting shaped by mistakes I've made
Got performative friends weasels need to weed out my life
I'm praying to the voice of Morgan Freeman at night
Just when I thought I'm peaking seeing the light
Off the strength of a few Kegels she gonna squeeze out a tyke
And that's my baby boy I'm making bricks out the clay and soil
To pave my way to my greatest joy

Today I’m feeling even worse b
Even single person on earth irks me
Lawdamercy
The skin affliction to my pigments now extended to my upper arm
I have no idea whattagworn
And normally if chicks approach wit a come on I might nod
But now they like “come on” I’m like nah
I mourn the age before the gods conspired
The era when I was not tired
Blood clot fire
Feel like I’m being burned on a pyre
Feel like I’m being turned to a bird on a wire
It’s way too much to swallow
When a part of me like follow me to wallow in the mire I’m like yes iyah
And regularly on edge
Here’s another shot at tryna be honest
Vital part of makin omelettes is break eggs

Despite all of it I still remember that Jah bless

Been sipping light rum in the dark all day.
Tell my fam run when they come by to pray.
Be by the grace of I find my way.
Said if I must die then I’ll die my way.
Come the world scream get up.
The late up and wakes the wounds need stitch up.
Body aches the wait til break of dawn.
A song sings wait be strong.
When arms give shake hold on.
The goal seem far throw long. Seek.
The call of dreams beyond sleep.
That same ol you can’t lose when ya track record o and o.
You can’t win when you trying to chase so and so.
But if the storm must stay.
The wind gives warn and the sky goes grey.
I’ll bite sharp tongue while I spark my j what a biddy bum bum

Written by:
Gavin Tennille, Chris Keys

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