Teach A Rat To Fish - Ceschi

History’s made

Then manipulated

Then forgotten

After being repeated Beaten into us endlessly

Until we start believing that there’s no other option

Until we start believing imprisonment is free

Sometimes it’s hard to convince ourselves to keep fighting

Sometimes it’s hard to convince ourselves to keep loving

Sometimes it’s hard to convince ourselves to keep breathing

One day we won’t

They say

«you teach a man to fish and he’ll gut you

Meticulously & swift»

With a «fuck you» ringing out through his lips

«Used to love you» you think

As blood pools up in your mouth

Painting teeth crimson

Fully Knowing that the buds on your tongue ain’t ever gonna taste freedom

Or a nice meal again

You’re not gonna get a bank bailout kid

On your own

Ever seen a heart of gold turn to stone?

Ever seen a good man sell his soul to a Fed

Best friends to the end you were told

Yeah?

On your own

Nothing is taking away the pain of growth

Nobody can step into your shoes and know

Even When they try to imitate or clone

Sometimes it’s hard to convince ourselves to keep fighting

Sometimes it’s hard to convince ourselves to keep loving

Sometimes it’s hard to convince ourselves to keep breathing

One day we won’t

Haven’t felt any fire in a while

If you love me then please just engulf me in flames

Nostalgia thick as Tarkovsky sitting on city hall steps in the rain

Buttoned up polo in a court room

Overpriced lawyer in a cheap suit

Surely buddy had a lot of words to say

Until he got in front of a federal judge that day

So I wanted to rip every inch of skin off of those slithering snake faces

I’ve been holding back screams but the PTSD is just pounding away at me

As if I’m still feeling gun barrels touching my temples

Been in therapy checking the mental

But deep in the center of my chest

Is nothingness

As I stare into green eyes of a devil

Their morals are malleable

Greed for power is palpable

Watching prosecutors

Play a twisted game for victory

With the life of a human being

Like monopoly Property or puzzles

There’s no proper rebuttal

It’s cough up the money up or

Shut the fuck up

Now your husband or father is stuck a muzzle

With hundreds of dogs in a hole

Only waiting to get thrown a bone

While the wife’s working doubles

In hopes that the bank won’t go and put a lien on their home

Even after re-reading the history State violence leaves me in a state of

disbelief

Nothing hits a man harder than seeing his family in tears while he’s copping a

plea

Sometimes it’s hard to convince ourselves to keep fighting

Sometimes it’s hard to convince ourselves to keep loving

Sometimes it’s hard to convince ourselves to keep breathing

One day we won’t