River
Jean Grae Quelle Chris Lyrics

It's hard to say that we could never speak again
It's difficult to come to terms with the possibility of never speaking again.

Or even just to keep it frequent, hard to keep it in
Even maintaining frequent communication is a challenge when there are underlying issues.

Harder to speak within the bars, limits of deep dissent
Communicating is even harder when there are confinements caused by deep-seated disagreement.

Of weepin' that 15 percent, of carin' where you keep your head
Of worrying and shedding tears for the 15 percent, of caring where you keep your head.

Of darin' to pretend things would be different if he just was dead
Of daring to pretend that things would be different if someone was gone.

Fingers hover over keys with just nothing to right wrongs
Sometimes there are no proper words to fix things, even if you want to.

Or write songs, so—I close the window on it
Writing songs was not enough, so the person decided to abandon the idea.

Took me until my 30s just to put my finger on it
It took the person until their 30s to truly understand and recognize the issue at hand.

Once you accept the knowledge, silence doesn't follow honest
Once you acknowledge and accept the truth, you can no longer remain silent.

Meet me back in '89
Take me back in time to 1989.

Where were babies still before the the new dawn of your mind
A time when you were still inexperienced and naive.

Before you went dormant
Before you became inactive or unresponsive.

The pills, the kill switch, I wish they made one
The pills and the option to kill oneself; a wish that such an option did not exist.

Motherfucker, who still never changed from
A person who has not changed or grown despite everything.

Blamin' mom, blamin' us, for addiction, claimin' none
Blaming one's mother and loved ones for addiction while denying responsibility.

Prayin' five times a day was savin' us?
Questioning the validity of praying five times a day as a form of salvation.

Fuck him, thank him for the jeans
Dismissing a person while expressing gratitude for something they left behind.

Unfortunately—ain't enough
Unfortunately, that one thing was not enough.

'Cause ain't a love fucked if it ain't love?
Suggesting that a love that isn't pure is not really love.

Thinkin' love hurts with them fist-words
The idea that love is painful, even when it is expressed through harsh words and actions.

And the discourse, fist first
Violent arguments, with fists as the first mode of conflict resolution.

It's passed over me, landed on y'all
The negative effects of arguments have affected others more than they have affected the artist.

Watch you landin' in walls
Watching others suffer the consequences of their actions.

Couldn't do all I wanted, my mobility stunted
The person was unable to do everything they wanted, and their ability to act was restricted.

Y'all I would've killed him a million hundred times, no stallin' on it
The singer would have killed someone many times over without hesitation.

Gasoline pourin' on it, that's Jean fallin' on it
Pouring gasoline on something while Jean is falling on it.

Knife into his sternum and I'm turnin' on it
Stabbing someone in the chest and twisting the knife.

Burn it all, it's worth it all, he worth it all
Burning everything to the ground, even if it means the person is also destroyed in the process.

Inverted comic collisions, watch the comicbook
Watching an inverted, unexpected clash of circumstances.

Visions be fruitful, the dominant
Productive visions take over.

Siblings be useful, watch our lives be truth filled
Siblings are helpful and the singers' lives are now filled with truth.

Do you still remember me and you still?
Do you still remember me and still care about me?

We've been through things, you've been through things
We've both had our own experiences and struggles.

You Pepsi soda, you challenge, I've seen you die a thousand times
The other person is like Pepsi soda, refreshing and always up for a challenge, but has also faced many difficulties.

And been reborn, as something new
Going through changes and coming out as someone different.

That yin and yin, that yang and yang
The balance of opposing forces, the yin and the yang.

Extremes, shattered dreams
The extremes of situations creating shattered dreams.

New wokes, we all folks that try to cope, ain't no joke, true
New experiences, new knowledge, and new coping mechanisms.

I disagree with some decisions that split the tree as we receive
The singer disagrees with some decisions that have caused division in their circle of family/friends.

As little seeds, we grown
As tiny, inexperienced seeds, we grew into something bigger and stronger.

You make your bed, I make my own
We are responsible for our own actions and decisions.

No stones tossed, cause I done crossed lines plenty times
No throwing stones, because the singer has crossed their own fair share of lines.

Still you and you and I
Even with all the disagreements and conflicts, it's still just the two of them.

Them small fries, my sister and OGs
Talking about younger people and older generation individuals in their circle of family/friends.

Congrats, cause I fade out, then fade back
Congratulating someone they have lost touch with for still being in their life, even if it's intermittent.

I coulda this, I shoulda that
Thinking about what could and should have been done differently in the past.

Seen cul-de-sac's that call from time to time
Observing familiar but stagnant situations that can be tempting to return to.

Just mind your motives
Always be aware of the intent behind your actions.

And hold your mind, in case these words find you in favor from the other side
Prepare your mind, just in case someone else's perspective wins you over.

Sometimes we come out these cocoons as coons, not butterflies
Sometimes people become negative and bitter after going through a transformative experience, instead of coming out as better versions of themselves.

That's cut and dry
That's a clear and indisputable fact.

The under-eyes got bags with tags from all the travel
The bags under someone's eyes are evidence of their past experiences and travels.

We maintain, with no regrets, to proudly claim
We continue to move forward with no regrets, proudly owning our past experiences.

The lost, the found amongst these mental planes
Navigating through different mental states, both positive and negative.

Everything's okay—or so they say
Things may seem okay on the surface, but that doesn't mean it's true.

Everything's okay, and so they say
Repeating the idea that things are okay, even if it's not really true.