Lyrics Damaged Goods - Jules

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These stories of paranoia get stored and prepared for you
I'm picking pockets of truth just to pen it and share it for you
In hopes that I touch the youth and hope I build trust with you
And hope by confessing fault, by default, I'll see blessings too, but
Lately feel my mind and Satan been in cahoots
Taking advantage of every candid vantage point of view
How do I manage? At times I feel I'm damaged
By the land from which I grew, ain't got no cameras, but they point and shoot
So duck and move has been the move, we allude
Not only for them tools, we were tooled for women too
Our role models is skewed, looking up to older cousins
Who sat on the block bragging 'bout the women they ran through
And evidently, never knew how much those words would hit me
No wonder I've lost the meaning of love and I'm feeling empty, so
In time, I shouldn't be surprised
When thoughts of marriage decline, and my body count start to rise
But I mask it with the lies and the liquor
And my friends will stroke my ego so my pride's getting bigger
And now I'm collecting all these naked pictures and these women getting thicker
I can't help but think that I'm that-that's a false god
Spiraled away, buried deep in shallow graves
Swallowed whole from what I crave, show and tell from what I've made 'cause
Matter of time before these thoughts will conceive
And plant these seeds right back into my seed, I'm damaged goods (Damaged goods)

Yeah, I'm damaged goods (Damaged goods)
Not seeing things like the way I should, I'm damaged goods (Damaged goods)
Damaged goods (Damaged goods)

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Where did time go? Starting to miss the things
I used to have time for, I must be blindfold
'Cause if time will reveal, how come I can't see the thrill
Of living for those moments that I was dying for, but look
I'm getting older, but what's there to show for it
Just experiences that hindered me, inspired by pretend to be's
These demons are a friend to me, they messing with me mentally
And a picture perfect home is the home of distant memories 'cause
Remember seeing my mother scared for her life
Me and my brothers in her arm, we fled in the night
Barefooted, footed to that nearest payphone
Domestic disputes, that's why I have no safe home, never forget it
Cops showed up, arrested my pops and pulled off
The devil's in the details whenever you pull the wool off 'cause
When we went back into that house when we were able
Where my pops was sitting was a pistol laying on the table
Then it hit me, what if we had never ran away
Was his plan that night to harm? Would my body catch a stray
Or was it only to alarm and that nine was for display
Questions grew as I played cool at school the next day
Was expected to forget about it, normalize a scene of violence
Internalize lies, desensitize what's deemed demonic
Who do I talk to when I'm taught to never talk
Who do I run to when I'm 'fraid of getting caught? That's damaged goods (Damaged goods)

Yeah, I'm damaged goods (Damaged goods)
Not seeing things like the way I should, I'm damaged goods (Damaged goods)
Damaged goods (Damaged goods)