Roots of this tree, bury me
environmental chokehold
i can’t fucking breathe
control i feared losing, ripped away from me
left on my own, palms bloodied
won’t keep swallowing everything you feed
damaged mind and body no fucking need
once a child, i never could see
my eyes are open, enlightened me
never learned what family means
bottles tarnish what it could be
deny your actions, infect my wounds
let it fester, spiral soon
tooth, nail, fight for this life
it’s in my heart
it’s in my eyes
Powerful in every way, this DC hardcore group's first full-length is the siren song to having no home as a person of color—in punk, in society, in America. It could not have arrived at a more appropriate time. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jul 15, 2016