Peace After Survival

Mmm, mmm, mmm. Mmm, mmm-mmm,

mm. I don't jump at sounds no more. But my chest

still remembers. >> I grew up where enough was the goal.

Not dreams, just food in the bowl. Rent due before hope could land.

Mama stretching change with tremblin' hands. Sirens taught me how to listen fast.

Gunshots made the present feel like past. Every corner had a story it

could tell. Most of 'em didn't end well. I learned early time wasn't promised.

So I moved like minutes was honest. Tattooed "Live fast, die young" on