Locked Box - Ambrose Akinmusire, Michael Yezerski

Let me breathe

A lock-box are I and he

A 12-year clock got us, we bonded deep

We… criss-crossed ourselves a doctrine 'til it was our policy

We built a church of truth with rough tongues and hid the gun from company

We just built ourselves a temple from the ruins we grew up in and now the rug’s

pulled free

But I am my man’s left hand, and right eye, and both ears, and he is my…

he is my…

But he is a box today, in a box today, and I am still unpacking some of why

Until then, I’m here