Ramshackle Glory - First song part 2

^CI took the needle out of my ^Earm about ^FA year ago ^Ctoday, ^CAnd every day since then I’ve bee^En taking ^FThe needle out of my ^Gbrain. ^FSo when I’m staring down at m^Gy hands I can’t explain Just ^Ewhat it is that I’m thinkin^Fg of, Except thank god that all my ^Gveins have to pump is my ^Cblood.

^CI’ve done you so muc^Eh wrong I can’t believe ^FYou would still ^Ctalk to me. ^CAnd I say so much bullshit ^EI can’t believe ^FThat anyone around me can ^Gbreathe. ^FI know that it’s a littl^Ge dramatic, But ^Ethe word for not changing is ^F“dead.” So I’m getting better, m^Gy friends, but please don’t hold y^Cour breath.

^CI met a man in ^Erehab the first time, ^FAn organizer in ^Cprison. ^CHe lived in Chicago when the ^Ecops shot Fred Hampton, ^FBut he was just a kid back ^Gthen. ^FJustice doesn’t flow fro^Gm police guns, I’^Em reminded of that all th^Fe time. As long as there is a ^Glaw, peace will be a ^Ccrime.

^CWhat the news calls ^Eeconomics, ^FI still call it ^Cviolence. ^CIf your god is a ^Ejudge or a jailer, ^FI’m still an a^Gtheist. ^FBut I try to have faith in the ^Gthings that will happen; ^EI get saved from myself ^Fwhen i do. So maybe “god” isn’t the ^Gright word, but I belie^Cve in you.