Kai Straw - 28 Grams lyrics

Where's my soul?
I wanna behold it for I never sold it
Is it in between my eyes where
My skull is? Or is it somewhere dormant
Forged somewhere beyond the senses
For if we never learned to see it
Then our mind will never sense it
But still, I ponder it's inner workings
Head off to church and
Ask God where my soul is lurkin'
And if responsive
He'd probably say the body's just a cockpit
And we're all goin' down like
Drunks when they're nauseous
But do fixes of substances
Help us find ourselves?
Act as maps of our conscious-es?
Or, to the honest, is this just an excuse
To get high above the lows
That we're used to
Instead of choosing death



Like birth
But I wonder what was before this debacle
Before the womb, where did Kai loom, and whom
Decided who or what body I'd
Bring to the tomb
Assume we were aloof before life
Just souls chillin'
Then wanted to get high feelin'
So we took some shit, 28 grams of it
Then started trippin'
And this is what the damn trip is
A drug induced
Illusion of movement and we'll
Wake up soon when
Death strikes like it's bowlin' down the
Alley and the pins are losin'
So who's in charge of your mirage
What facade do you decide to adopt upon
You leaving your garage

To try to be apart of
Some clique or creed that we
Believe we belong to
But so long to it all and it's long overdue
I threw my mask away like
I do when October's through
Is your soul so gross that it repulse you?
Donned a mask so the damn
World can't assault you?
Some say it's 21 grams
But I'll say it's 28

I saw the best minds of my generation
Destroyed by madness
Starving, hysterical, naked
Angel headed hipsters
Burning for the ancient heavenly connection
To the starry dynamo in
The machinery of night

Who were expelled from the
Academies for crazy
And publishing obscene odes on the
Windows of the skull
Who coward in unshaven rooms in underwear
Burning their money in wastebaskets
And listening to the terror through the wall

As I sit and ponder livin' death
Smokin' cigarettes, I wonder if
My shit's hot like a summer trip
But I'm done with it
Expectations can suck dick
That's some punk shit
If I cared than my art couldn't function
People care too much, giving two fucks
About thumb suckers' opinions
When they matter none
We are who we are, victims of fates hands
You're trippin' 'bout race when all
Our souls are 28 grams
Love can never do what hate can
So hey cool kid hate society and not the man
That it made foolish that it made ghoulish
We're products of a system
But I taught you to resist 'em
So reject your papa's wisdom

Where knives are at fist
Fights and truth's insight
Lacks from most windpipes
But we sit tight while
Women get exploited for the point of
Sellin' shit for coins and dollars
And all this, honest
Is darkness that's upon us

Well, that's fear mongerin'
Used by the news
To make us feel scared of somethin'
When we're 10 years removed

Then all the sudden their
Motherfuckin' opinion is ours
Like actors plaster their
Views when broadcastin'
Then, followed by the masses
Their vote is what we're all castin'
But the fact is, most are selfish asses
Passive, won't give a coin to the
Dude crashin' where the trash is
But for fashion? They'll spend a
Grand on some damn shoes
Sayin' the homeless will waste
It, well shit, look at you
And shit's true, so who will look past
Their pupils and cataracts
And change shit like a laxative after this
Become the proactive activist with
The innate chance
That you could die fightin'
For your 28 grams