Broken Narrative by Elohin Lyrics
[Produced by: Telling Beatzz]
[Saxophone by: LaDarrel Johnson]
[Intro: Elohin]
Yeah true story
[Verse 1: Elohin]
Riding shot gun on 8 Mile headed back the east
Windows down feeling the breeze four deep in a jeep
It's finally dark, so it gotta be 9:30 at least
I checked the clock it's 10 o'clock, yo
What we gone eat?
Got stopped at a red that we were trying to beat
Across the light to our right, a couple of dudes had beef
Right in front of the strip club they throwing hands no peace
The red light that we was at, switch over to green
All of a sudden one of the dudes pulled a strapped and released
We heard the shots hit reverse and drove backwards then we
Made a right on a side street broke the limit of speed
Fifty five in a twenty five, need a second to breathe
Just a couple seconds sooner, that the light turned green
Then them bullets that dude released, could have went into me
Watched my whole life flash don't want to be there again
Trying to put together all the pieces to my broken narrative
[Chorus: Elohin]
It was written but somebody rewrote it
I'm realizing that my narrative's broken
Life ain't a game and that's something I noticed
Trying not to lose my mind in the moment
So when I'm gone just remember I spoke it
True story from the moment I wrote it
Yeah it's broken but my narrative's open
So when it's over I ain't leaving you hopeless
[Verse 2: Elohin]
Scrolling Facebook got a message in my dm
From a woman looking for her brother, said I could be him
I kept reading and quickly started believing
That she was telling the truth from what her message was speaking
Said we had different mothers but, had the same father
Did some family name dropping left her number at the bottom
Looking at my phone shocked like, should I really call her?
'Cause' I'm harboring some problems from never knowing my father
Fast forward when my granny died on my daddy's side
Sister gave pops the phone and we spoke for the first time
Two weeks later met each other for the first time
At a Starbucks, talked for hours and we both cried
Started getting closer but eventually we drifted but
I don't really sweat it cause I'm used to the distance
And we don't talk much but meeting pops was imperative
To heal and to bring closure to my broken narrative
[Chorus: Elohin]
It was written but somebody rewrote it
I'm realizing that my narrative's broken
Life ain't a game and that's something I noticed
Trying not to lose my mind in the moment
So when I'm gone just remember I spoke it
True story from the moment I wrote it
Yeah it's broken but my narrative's open
So when it's over I ain't leaving you hopeless
[Spoken Word Outro: Elohin]
We all have a narrative that's been written and that narrative was written to perfection
And before we can figure out what it means or how to live it, that narrative becomes broken
Broken by violence and unsolicited circumstances beyond your control
Broken by people
People who have been placed in your narrative to protect you, but instead of protecting you they break your soul
People who rewrite your narrative to fit their story, that they've created for you
Yes, we all have a narrative that is broken and in need of repairing
A narrative that needs an eraser and needs replacing by the author of your narrative
And that author is God
[Saxophone by: LaDarrel Johnson]
[Intro: Elohin]
Yeah true story
[Verse 1: Elohin]
Riding shot gun on 8 Mile headed back the east
Windows down feeling the breeze four deep in a jeep
It's finally dark, so it gotta be 9:30 at least
I checked the clock it's 10 o'clock, yo
What we gone eat?
Got stopped at a red that we were trying to beat
Across the light to our right, a couple of dudes had beef
Right in front of the strip club they throwing hands no peace
The red light that we was at, switch over to green
All of a sudden one of the dudes pulled a strapped and released
We heard the shots hit reverse and drove backwards then we
Made a right on a side street broke the limit of speed
Fifty five in a twenty five, need a second to breathe
Just a couple seconds sooner, that the light turned green
Then them bullets that dude released, could have went into me
Watched my whole life flash don't want to be there again
Trying to put together all the pieces to my broken narrative
[Chorus: Elohin]
It was written but somebody rewrote it
I'm realizing that my narrative's broken
Life ain't a game and that's something I noticed
Trying not to lose my mind in the moment
So when I'm gone just remember I spoke it
True story from the moment I wrote it
Yeah it's broken but my narrative's open
So when it's over I ain't leaving you hopeless
[Verse 2: Elohin]
Scrolling Facebook got a message in my dm
From a woman looking for her brother, said I could be him
I kept reading and quickly started believing
That she was telling the truth from what her message was speaking
Said we had different mothers but, had the same father
Did some family name dropping left her number at the bottom
Looking at my phone shocked like, should I really call her?
'Cause' I'm harboring some problems from never knowing my father
Fast forward when my granny died on my daddy's side
Sister gave pops the phone and we spoke for the first time
Two weeks later met each other for the first time
At a Starbucks, talked for hours and we both cried
Started getting closer but eventually we drifted but
I don't really sweat it cause I'm used to the distance
And we don't talk much but meeting pops was imperative
To heal and to bring closure to my broken narrative
[Chorus: Elohin]
It was written but somebody rewrote it
I'm realizing that my narrative's broken
Life ain't a game and that's something I noticed
Trying not to lose my mind in the moment
So when I'm gone just remember I spoke it
True story from the moment I wrote it
Yeah it's broken but my narrative's open
So when it's over I ain't leaving you hopeless
[Spoken Word Outro: Elohin]
We all have a narrative that's been written and that narrative was written to perfection
And before we can figure out what it means or how to live it, that narrative becomes broken
Broken by violence and unsolicited circumstances beyond your control
Broken by people
People who have been placed in your narrative to protect you, but instead of protecting you they break your soul
People who rewrite your narrative to fit their story, that they've created for you
Yes, we all have a narrative that is broken and in need of repairing
A narrative that needs an eraser and needs replacing by the author of your narrative
And that author is God