Lyrics The Trauma Model - King 810

The Trauma Model

The trauma model
People who have known to find genetic abnormality all within a range of normal;
And somethings come in from the environment to hurt them
Now it could be a bullet, could be a car, could be a virus or a bacteria
It blows from the environment to throw them out of balance
A child sits alone and listens to his mother cry about how she wants to die
because she cannot provide
And her children sleep together because its so cold outside and she dont know
that he hears her but she keeps him up all night
And his sisters will be mothers like her
And his brothers absent fathers like theirs
Hell grow up to shoot some men so in turn hell get shot back
My bullet wounds start to ache i predict rain
And thats pain!
(x2)
A child laid alone couldn’t sleep shed toss and turn fidgety and finicky like
the skin she was in burned
And her father had to teach her what a mother only should and it took her
further than any college degree could but it was just no good
What the boy liked the most was the way she never let it show
And since he found her body he just sits out on the coast
All alone with the oceans moan skipping stones with her ghost…
And thats pain!
(x4)
Its the motherfuckin boogeyman
I drop to my knees and pray that i can change my ways
Ive been watching people die since i was a boy
My own life dont even matter to me imagine how i feel about yours
Growing up just means a game where two kids fight over a weapon and the loser
is slain
You best be man enough to squeeze the gun right in his heart because his head
won’t always get it done
And thats pain!
(x5)
(Pain ain’t the scars or the cuts pain is when you know youre not enough)
(Pain is possessing no trust pain is when you dont feel what you touch)
(Pain ain’t shooting a man dead its afterward what happens in your head)
(Pain is when you never ever scare and you see and hear things that arent there.
And thats pain