Like true strength has nothing to say and only acts
Fact is, that's just weak communication
If we say silence is strong, then speaking must be weak
But, I think if our nation used more words, we wouldn't be in 3 wars
And don't call me deep when I speak
If you took more time to think, we'd probably be saying the same things
And I'm sorry if I sound mean, but I have feelings too
And lately, I want the chance to be human like you
People always say that I'm the strong, silent type
But I wish they could see the truth
Silence ain't a painless vacuum
I suffer too
When people think you're wise, they'll wear a disguise
Hoping you're blind to what's genuine cause you only see through your eyes
Sympathizing with you for enough time to get close enough to use your flaws to make you look mindless
Like SURPRISE! You're human and now they've proved it to the world!
But you already knew it, you just hoped that they'd love you through it…
I learning that few people do.
You've gotta choose friends carefully.
I've learned that when you have rank
Women will say whatever they can to lead you astray;
Take your compassion and transparency for personal gain
And it ain't until she's taken your strength and shaved your hair
When you look in her eyes and realize Delilah never cared
Ensnared by your own arrogance and by her charm
Staring in disbelief as she snakes her way into another man's arms
You wanna say something to warn him but you know it ain't your place
Besides, you'd ignore that advice if you traded places
Just wait, he'll learn the hard way:
If you lie with a viper, she'll bite ya;
I've still got the scars, they're a constant reminder
And everyone wonders why I'm so quiet
Like keeping to myself hasn't saved my life more than a few times
Sometimes, I wish I could just step aside and let you see the triggered landmines on the road behind me
Honestly, I'm surprised I'm not dead
But God never said I could cruise control to Canaan
Now I know what Fiasco meant in "Letting Go"
"Feels like I'm runnin out of soul"
Getting low on gas
Contemplating packing my bags and going back to a place I know ain't home
Just because it's comfortable and I can make it with no obstacles
My greatest fear is to go out like Moses,
Forty years of wandering and nothing to show for it;
I can't afford it/ but don't wanna forfeit the promise
Lord, make the scars worth it!
And I know I'm not perfect, but still it hurts when you make me feel worthless.
Sometimes, I'm just afraid to be heard.
Afraid that you'll figure out I'm ignorant
Afraid that when I speak, it won't be relevant, and you'll conclude I'm not intelligent
Or that my expression will lead to you rejecting me
Whether it's dialogue or poetry, pouring out my soul leaves me more open to harm than carrying lightning rod in a storm.
So why do I take the risk?
Because I need it to live.
I need it to live like the sunlight that powers plants, but can cause skin cancer
Like a spark that starts a fire to keep you warm or burn down a forest
A baby bird doesn't think spreads its wings and leaves its nest, it's an instinct
I mean, who would read Edgar Allan P. if he wasn't on the brink of insanity?
You're kidding if the answer ain't a given
It's making a sacrifice like Luke 9:23 and the verse following
Like how Christ dying changed the rest of history
I want every one of my words to live like that!
People always seem to think that I'm the strong, silent type
But I pray that one day, all of you will look that silence in the eyes and recognize your own pain
And remind you that we're the same.
Find that frightened child inside me, take his hand, and help him become a man.
And since I know you're hurting too,
I'll do the same for you.
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