prod. by Customary

Several years ago, a student at the high school where I teach took his own life. Our school community was rocked by the event, because we pride ourselves on having established a loving, supportive learning environment. This song is simultaneously an attempt to make sense of what happened, through the lens of my own adolescent experience, and a message of hope for any other young people contemplating suicide.

LYRICS
HOOK
Life is so fragile, handle with care,
When you feel like you’re stranded in the sands of despair.
I know you want to quit and throw your hands in the air,
But keep your eyes on high in hopes He’ll answer your prayers.
Life is so fragile, handle with care,
When it seems like no one gives a damn that you’re there.
I know you want to quit and throw your hands in the air,
But there’s nothing so broken it can’t be repaired.

Verse 1
Yo, my biological father opted to opt out,
Which means I’ve never seen him or heard a word from my pop’s mouth.
Beyond doubt he left a recipe for the wrong route,
Despite affection being ever-present in my mom’s house.
Yep,  was on that gone south trajectory,
Letting this aggression fester and get the best of me.
Till I’d totally explode and unload over such petty things,
And still do when I believe I’m being treated disrespectfully.
Guess that’s the perspective rejection breeds,
So I wrestle these demons in my present dreams.
Thinking how could you ever leave your precious seeds,
Watching my daughters rest easy in blessed peace.
Yet even second string step dad stepped down,
Like wedding rings and vows mean “while it’s nice.”
Skipped town, headed Eastbound for the next round,
What a legacy for me, a child ditched twice.
It didn’t sit right / and likely won’t ever,
That kid inside still trying to bind the ropes severed.
But with the guidance of my wife, I’m slowly growing better,
Placing my faith in the broken home we’ve sewn together.

HOOK

Verse 2
Now I move through a campus that takes for granted what family is,
But the vantage still produces students stranded like abandoned kids.
Where depression’s rampant, cuz they can’t cope when standards slip,
And questions left unanswered are managed by smoking cannabis.
Where the presence and example of a man exists,
But it’s so damaging it cancels the advantages.
Or only home the days he’s not away for random trips,
Earnings pay great, burning both ends of the candle stick.
Mom’s a prime candidate for psychoanalysts,
And rambling teachers preaching ‘bout exams don’t understand a bit.
Tailor made for failing grades, stress and pressure cancerous,
No surprise these teens can’t handle when the famine hits.
It’s like the canvas ripped, / leaving the surface marred,
You didn’t plan for this / and wanna curse the stars.
But to the lamb you’re perfect, purchased as a work of art,
Freed for eternity when he incurred the service charge.
So regardless of your current marks or life at home,
The Lord is pouring out his glory from the mighty throne.
Speaking when you’re weakest, so you’re never quite alone,
Like breathing in the valley rallying the driest bones.

HOOK 2
We will rise…
Through the bleakest and darkest nights,
I’m pleading with you, please cling to that spark of light.
Let Jesus Christ’s life be the archetype,
And keep eyes on that farther side.
We will rise…
Not scared to wear our scars with pride,
Like they carved ‘em right in our hearts with sharpened knives.
When it’s too large to hide, but too hard to fight,
See these bars as my ardent cry.
We will rise…



Paradox - Handle With Care ft. DJ Sean P

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Bay Area born in 77. Grew up in the hood. Lost friends and family to gang and drug life and almost lost myself. Served with 1/1 Marines  . Learned life through death. Been making music since I was 12. Dj with feel good and trance and jungle factory and learned from Thomas Trouble . Doing ink in Reno Nv for last 4 years , learned from my homie  Jr. @ Sting Ray Tattoo in Reno . Keeping it real, holding my own, paying haters no mind , raising my kids & praising the lord im still alive .
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