Ryder Robinson Lyrics

Motherfolk Ryder Robinson

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