I believe this is another amazingly on point and nuanced commentary on the insanity that follows emotionally abusive relationships. The abuser has no anxieties, no emotional pain, or salience/memory for that matter, so the survivor appears to be the crazy one, obsessed with the abuse and that buzzword that seems to ignite arguments about diagnosing people without a degree, etc. funny how you say the words domestic violence, abuse, abuse survivor and boom the subject changes. Anyways, I especially relate to her midnights becoming afternoons, complex PTSD often leads to this phenomenon, whether due to purposeful sleep deprivation by the abuser, or just hyper vigilance associated with the PTSD, along with the fear of facing people, especially your loved ones, who
Never actually understand, even if they try, because all they see is you, on fire, screaming about the arsonist that no one ever sees, and who has been spreading lies about your alleged mental instability, deceptive personality, etc. the whole time. While the last thing survivors need is more blame, our society supports a narrative that blames the objectively innocent party because the blatantly guilty party has spent their entire lives fabricating a persona and we’re just being human, and human psychology is quite counterintuitive especially in the context of trauma. Look at Amber Heard. Vilified and not believed, regardless of what any abuse survivor could recognize as a fellow survivor instantly. But Johnny depp is a malignant narcissist, a man, and wealthy as all get out. It’s sick.
Once again it's the dread and the bald head
Won't be satisfied til the devil's I see em all dead
Layin' in a mass grave, for the past slaves they were stayin'
Do you think a nigga forgot? Matter fact
My trigger's hot, you blink you gettin' shot
And if the weather's hot, your body's gonna stink when it rot
Lord J got the arms, Sadat got the bombs
We don't feel shit, you cried a hit on ya moms
Now leave the bloody bitch in a ditch
Get'cha pretty penny if the mother of my enemy
My brother's sendin' me four bursts from down south
And for the lies you told, I'ma buck you in the mouth
Now what the fuck's this all about?
Everybody gotta weapon
Who's gonna let burst the first shot? Hmm, I thought not
Feel the battle, tell Darryl that his first-born is dead
Shot in the back by the task force
I'm mistakin' your face in a similar face
Got em murdered
Much like how the buffalo is herded by the pale face
Who threw some game on the Indian, who got jerked for New York
You better walk, got caught then wear your vest
We might throw somethin' that's hollow
Brand Nubian ain't never been the ones, to follow nobody
We gotta lotta arms but I like to pump the shotty
Now what the fuck's this all about?
It's all about brothers risin' up, wisin' up
Sizin' up a situation, but gettin' fit within the nation
No deviation, a straight pathways down my wrath
I sing sounds of math on behalf
Of the Gods and the Earths, birthplace in space
You be fuckin' with my turf when you be fuckin' with my race
Now face, your maker and take your last breath
The time is half past death
Now what the fuck's this all about?
If you're less than a man, in my eyes
Then your head's off, and I'ma set off the wheels
Motherfuck the baby seals or savin' the whales
All the crack sells, it's the armageddon
So cancel the wettin'
Go in the garage, find that old camouflage
Blend in like a mirage and explode
Take nothin' lightly, crackers shootin' nightly
'cause I don't need nobody that's gon' shoot me in the back
Black people show 'n' act and when they front, that's wack
Won't be satisfied til the devil's I see em all dead
Layin' in a mass grave, for the past slaves they were stayin'
Do you think a nigga forgot? Matter fact
My trigger's hot, you blink you gettin' shot
And if the weather's hot, your body's gonna stink when it rot
Lord J got the arms, Sadat got the bombs
We don't feel shit, you cried a hit on ya moms
Now leave the bloody bitch in a ditch
Get'cha pretty penny if the mother of my enemy
My brother's sendin' me four bursts from down south
And for the lies you told, I'ma buck you in the mouth
Now what the fuck's this all about?
Everybody gotta weapon
Who's gonna let burst the first shot? Hmm, I thought not
Feel the battle, tell Darryl that his first-born is dead
Shot in the back by the task force
I'm mistakin' your face in a similar face
Got em murdered
Much like how the buffalo is herded by the pale face
Who threw some game on the Indian, who got jerked for New York
You better walk, got caught then wear your vest
We might throw somethin' that's hollow
Brand Nubian ain't never been the ones, to follow nobody
We gotta lotta arms but I like to pump the shotty
Now what the fuck's this all about?
It's all about brothers risin' up, wisin' up
Sizin' up a situation, but gettin' fit within the nation
No deviation, a straight pathways down my wrath
I sing sounds of math on behalf
Of the Gods and the Earths, birthplace in space
You be fuckin' with my turf when you be fuckin' with my race
Now face, your maker and take your last breath
The time is half past death
Now what the fuck's this all about?
If you're less than a man, in my eyes
Then your head's off, and I'ma set off the wheels
Motherfuck the baby seals or savin' the whales
All the crack sells, it's the armageddon
So cancel the wettin'
Go in the garage, find that old camouflage
Blend in like a mirage and explode
Take nothin' lightly, crackers shootin' nightly
'cause I don't need nobody that's gon' shoot me in the back
Black people show 'n' act and when they front, that's wack
Lyrics submitted by spliphstar
What the Fuck Lyrics as written by Lorenzo Dechalus Derek Murphy
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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