Gettin Left Behind by Bryant Eugene Vazquez Lyrics

I am not clean
I am unkempt
And not by choice
I don’t pretend
It boils my blood within
I seen what’s happening
Can’t fight against the winds
You ain’t got oxygen
You ain’t got much of hope
You’re broke
It’s what you know
Can’t grow without the rains
You dry up
Cracked lips
Hold on to a fucking dollar
It’s there’s such a name
Call it squalor
What would you know of pain?
You’re washed up and everything
Here comes some hollow words
Communion never worked
Just wear your collared shirts
And crucify the dirt
In all in everything
My favorite sport was sin
Not just in yester-tense
Still live for the sting