Artist: Toussaint Morrison
Written by Toussaint Morrison
Released August 11, 2011
Katie, it’ll take more than salvation
The earth shifted four inches, but I never felt the wave
hit
This planet’s swallowing itself, we can’t claim it
And I’m sure, now more than ever, it’s not what we take
with
Let alone who your God thinks you should be datin’
The afterlife can wait, right now this world need savin’
If ya didn’t have so many definitions, I’d kiss ya
Hard, until ya knees wondered what hit ya
So Katie, heaven or hell, please tell me my destination
Jesus has patients, but he sure isn’t waitin’
We used to watch cops everyday regulate their God complex
Walkin’ with Abdullahi and Muhammad around the plaza
But all praises be to Allah if we get there
Talkin’ to my grandfather over his grave with a warm beer
Because Katie, you got more walls than most
But it won’t stop me from speakin’ through’em like
sendin’ mail to prisoner’s post
-
CHORUS
For all we know and all we don’t
Everything was meant to change
Tomorrow’s comin’ round and today is goin’ out
It’ll never be the same
And I know- I know- I know- I know
For me, you will never fade
-
Kyle, I dig your hat- I dig your style
I’m mildly obsessed and I don’t care to fight it
Ever since I saw you at Bon Appetit with Steph
He’d introduce you as Cecil and then say you lost a bet
And there it was. Back then it seemed so easy.
You planted a tree at the extinction of the Cenospecies
I watched it grow until I had to graduate
And attend a funeral after The Blend dug its own grave
I tried talkin’ to Doty, but she was already pilled up
Rantin’ that rap can’t save you, but credits her life to
hip-hop
Got it…
took another Lexapro and she popped it
But amongst the metro I too slowly let ago
Your voice and cadence are one of the few things I’ll
withhold
Long live the tree that blooms all seasons in your garden
Long live the hands that give it water. Long live the
Otter.
CHORUS
It’s not my place to put your name out in the open
But want to say what I couldn’t during visiting hours at
St. Joseph’s
Playin’ Go Fish at the inpatient lounge
With enough sedated rage to shake the foundation off the
ground
The weight in your veins, the color that came back to
your face
The truth that saved this song from bein’ a eulogy for an
early grave
To say “I love you” wouldn’t come close to the zip code
or continent
Where my heart lives for your livelihood
I wanted to be a monolith, but the ceilin’ still fell
And there we were playin’ cards in rehab while we could
still feel
And I’m sorry that I couldn’t be more
That I couldn’t find the words until I was starin’ at
this coffeeshop’s floor
Curses, bad luck, adversity lose all currency at your
entrance
As your will flexes beyond the permanent
I never met your father, but if he’s anything you’re made
of
I’d die happy to be half that man. Say love.
CHORUS
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