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Forgotten Token

from Tired (2025)

Lyrics

Forgotten token

My own phrase, it's a face of your hurt soul
It's calculated
I can see, it's a read, it's a means to give knowledge for it
Won't go for you
What you mean? It's your friends, it's your mama
Your daddy paying for it
I see it in you
I can see, there's an end

And I'm okay, it's all fine, we divide
You still ask me to solve all it
I just feel 'cause I'm black, it gets stacked in a lost closet
Forgotten token
But I need to address that my mom and my aunt
And my sis can't exist
Makes me sick just to think that we're lost from it
Forgotten tokens

But I need our new press to detect a desire for us
Did I need to keep screamin' and beatin' my friends for it
When we're frozen?
Make a choice, leave a voice for our own brothers
Our own mothers
I can't shake

But I need our own press to detect a desire for us
Don't lie for 'em
I just feel 'cause I'm black, it gets stacked in a lost closet
Forgotten token
What you mean? It's your friends and your mama
Your daddy, they paid for it
Makes me sick just to think that we're lost from it
Forgotten tokens

And I can't shake this feelin' that I've been repeatin'
Breakin' my own healin'
Combatting true evil
Oh!

But I need our new press to detect a desire for us
Did I need to keep screamin' and beatin' my friends for it
When we're frozen?
Make a choice, leave a voice for our own brothers
Our own mother
Makes me sick just to think that we're all forgotten tokens

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