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We got those dead shiny eyes n we're past the brink
Reacting with miles of smiles 'fore we can even think
Happy go lucky hug hug kiss kiss hug hug kiss kiss wink
hug kissy kissy huggiessss hug hug wink wink winky kiss
---Sorry strays, dumpster babies,
molested, kidnapped, (&) runaways
We'll never fit inside your perfectly defined box of how universe is designed
So don't waste your time, with what mind can't confine
Push us away, hide us from your fancy fleek gold glitter perfect life
It may not be pretty, but at least it's real life
Don't look like that at us, sweep us up in the trash
We don't need any class, to still exist
Outside your books of history, we persist
You hug us like we're a fragile petal
You laugh how we're always a bit dishevel
But what can't be solved with hugs and laughter
You counted us good for dead
but we made it out instead
we them milk carton kids
we them milk carton kids
x2
Don't know what's wrong wit our head
You'd wish us better off dead
we them milk carton kids
we them milk carton kids
nah we won't be who you want us to be
just simply be who we be
And that's all we oughta Be
Caught in this endless motion
The Tides, they pull me, they push me
Then One ripple decides to stop
And with it the entire ocean must submit to its change
One small ripple stands silent against time
And thus, we are all intertwined
About the crux, where One shines
And illuminates in all directions outward
Until every shadow is choked in into the division of itself
And all that remains is Light
For this One day, One by One the tiny little ripples fight
---Criticize criticize, anxious from all the judging eyes
Heard it all, seen it all, of course you've lived our exact life
Precious lies precious lies, feigning smiles for your piece of mind
We know your trust too well, our throats still linger in your knife
So you goddamn right, we hate this wicked world, we've earnt the right!
Misunderstood that our plight is misunderstanding, it's our own private fight
Don't want to cheer up, want to feel this unknown that I'm feelin deep how
Right now, Want to get fucked up in the street n fall down
You counted us good for dead
but we made it out instead
we them milk carton kids
we them milk carton kids
x2
Don't know what's wrong wit our head
You'd wish us better off dead
we them milk carton kids
we them milk carton kids
credits
from Kidnapped,
released June 9, 2017
Poetry & Performance by Duals
Production by DJ Wake & Bake
Mixed & Mastered by Duals
Soul-searching hip-hop from this Florida rapper, with lyrics that dig deep and take an unflinching look at life’s questions. Bandcamp New & Notable May 1, 2023
