Song Lyrics

No name for people to call small or colonize optimism
No name for inmate registries that they put me in prison
I sewed the answers in linen
Dance em' under the thread
Pretend I'm riding in your cities when niggas scared of the feds
There's a ghost on my bike
City lay with a bullet
He wrote the scriptures for living in all the ways that he couldn't
Gave up the profit for pennies
No taste in mystery pudding
When labels ask me to sign
So my name don't exist
So many names don't exist
Welcome to Inglewood
And the trauma came with the rent
Only worldly possession I have is life
Only room that I died in was 25
What's an eye for an eye when niggas won't love you back?
And medicine's overtaxed
No name look like you
No name for private corporations to send emails to
'Cause when we walk into heaven
Nobody's name gon' exist
Just boundless movement for joy, nakedness radiance

Through all the joy and all the pain
Don't forget from where you came, the avenue remembers you
Your song, your truth, your light is proof
That love is still with you

Your life, your life, your life
Don't let it pass you by
Don't let it pass you by
Your life, you life, is your life, baby
Don't let it pass you by
Don't let it pass you by

Adam Ness, Fatimah Warner, Luke Sangerman, Michael Anthony Neil, Yaw Agyeman