[Verse: Daveed Diggs]
Yeah
Somewhere between the breath and voice
Somewhere between the lung and the larynx, a split second of choice
And destiny hinged, swingin' like our dead in the wind
The best of intent, impotent when met with the sense of a sea change
Deranged seems so mainstream
We swim up, chin-ups work oblique dreams till they rock hard
Walk sideways and stay on guard, and necks talk all day till text cop like—sh, quiet
No more ideas, please remain poised
Somewhere between the breath and the voice
Where possible hides, before we speak impossible lies
Improbable dies in service of your certainty
Why not not know? Why not not end innocence?
Why not not take this last shot and end in the tangled bed sheet
Legs a spreadsheet where 'x' is every ex and 'y' is every possible out
Now I'm outside again, the sky's fallin'
That one moment hangin' low in the mind, callin'
My callin', make love like love wasn't shot dead on January first, 2009 (Brap)
And that's when the final switch flipped in my mind, and time switched from linear to rewind
And switched off, and switched gunshots for liquor
Tears for wet pussy, 'cause both them taste better, fuck it
Let our mistakes make life, because doing it intentionally shouldn't be advised
In a world where love is only born for demise, then to love unconditionally's truly unwise
Still gotta live and I still gotta fuck
The shots get too heavy and we all still duck
We all still stuck in the head, so moist
Between the lung and the larynx, a split second of choice