Broken Marriages

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We're some savages Came up from broken marriages Inherit the damages My mom and my dad had a hand in this Now the woman is chopping my bread And the woman is cutting my sandwiches A good woman I had that shit But I had to be seen with the baddest bitch Don't know how to let go of my baggage I don't even know what my baggage is I ain't happy I'm hazardous I ain't caring, I'm cancerous Get your man on my back this is I got changes to make and let them die I'm afraid to love I'm terrified I got problems I have to identify We don't even know who we are Grown in marriages We had miscarriages Do we even know who we are A bunch of savages is who we are When I close my eyes what do I recall I see endings but no happy ones at all I see hugs and kisses turning into brawls I see wedding pictures taken off the wall I see rings go from fingers into dressers I see promises turning into confessions I see 6 plates turning into 5 I look up and see the saddest man alive So I try And I try to put this weight that I've inherited behind So I could fly Ready or not, I gotta do it for my child But if I ever fall short, I guess I'll never wonder why Cause who am I We're some savages Came up from broken marriages Inherit the damages My mom and my dad had a hand in this Now the woman is chopping my bread And the woman is cutting my sandwiches A good woman I had that shit But I had to be seen with the baddest bitch Don't know how to let go of my baggage I don't even know what my baggage is I ain't happy I'm hazardous I ain't caring, I'm cancerous Get your man on my back this is I got changes to make and let them die I'm afraid to love I'm terrified I got problems I have to identify We don't even know who we are Grown in marriages We had miscarriages Do we even know who we are A bunch of savages is who we are We don't even know who we are Grown in marriages We had miscarriages Do we even know who we are A bunch of savages is who we are I got good traits from my father But I got a couple of bad ones too Unconditional love and uncontrollable anger too It's like I don't have no clue the damage that my hands could do I raise a hand when I'm mad at me Imagine if I get mad at you Let's say you were in my shoes In between rage riding abuse By the man who says he loves you I bet you wouldn't wanna love too You wouldn't wanna love either Meet a good one and leave her The things he show me can't repeat 'em Breed them, beat them