Slimzee - 23 March 2025

the continuation of the technically difficulties never seems to far away when it comes to streaming for me... well they continue and so do we. Atleast i managed to get this 30 mins recorded. Big up the LowPressureZone group.



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I got a weight in my chest like Mississippi clay
Settles when I sleep, won't wash away
Got a voice in my blood says I'm already gone
Says the game was rigged before I was born
And I'm tired of the preacher in my head
Spitting fire 'bout the life I ain't led
Got a judge and a jury made of smoke
And they sentence me daily for sins I never spoke

Done, done, done
Drownin' in shallow water
Done
Being my own cannon fodder
Done

This is a mud gospel, sung from the deep
For the ones who can't pray and the ones who can't sleep
I got dirt in my lungs and a war in my veins
But I'm still here breathin' through the weight of the chains
This is a mud gospel, low and slow
For the broken who rise from the undertow

I got a mirror full of faces I don't recognize
Got a past that whispers like it's still alive
There's a current underneath pulling me back down
To a version of myself I thought I'd drowned

Yeah, I'm sick of the voices like vultures circling my mind
Sick of the weight on my shoulders like I'm buried alive
Got a cage made of doubt and I forged every bar
Got scars on my scars from a self-inflicted war

I been drowning in the shallow, call it pride, call it fear
Call it whatever keeps me paralyzed here
But I see the serpent now, coiled in my spine
Feeding on the part of me that's terrified to shine
So I'm ripping through the mud with my teeth if I gotta
Every lie I believed getting buried in the water
I got a pulse, I got a voice, I got a reason to scream
I got a life underneath all this weight I've been carrying

So here's the gospel from the bottom of the deep
If you're still breathing, then you're still in the fight, don't sleep

I see the river now, black as ink and bone
See it runnin' through my thoughts, tellin' me I'm alone
But maybe drowning's just the way you learn to swim
Maybe breaking's just the crack that lets the light back in
I see the river now
And I'm walking in

But I'm done
Breathing in all this smoke
Done
Tightening my own rope
Done

This is a mud gospel, sung from the deep
For the ones who won't bow and the ones who won't keep
Quiet anymore, no, we're done with the chains
We got fire in our chests and we're flooding the plains
This is a mud gospel, dark and true
For the fighters still standing when the storm comes through

Mud Gospel

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