Ryder Robinson - Motherfolk

On the ropes, on the run, I doubt things are bound to change

Better days pass away, I might just be out of range

I was always too young or too old for you

I was always too dumb or too bold for truth

Cleaner slate, give me grace, whatever the hell I’ll need

Justified, sanctified, God I hope I still believe

I was always too young or too old for you

Damned or saved, it doesn’t change a thing I’ve done for you

For you

Sit me down, tied and bound, burn me up from the inside

Make me stand, if you can, God I wish that I had died

I could never be bold and outgrow my youth

I was either untrained or too sane for you

For you

I walk away with shame

No one left to blame

The burden of my guilt

With nothing left to kill

For you