Word I never Said
• Written by Kalligraphy
Kalligraphy's Notes
This is to you. A song for you. If you’ve used the word “F-ggot”, you fall under this song, that word has caused so many suicides and problems, and for your mouth saying it, you’re not entitled to. Using that word is devastating and causes self harm. Be better. If you’ve said this, regret it and seek forgiveness. Be better, be inclusive and be thoughtful. This comes from a straight white male christian who doesn’t agree with the lifestyle but wants to protect the evil people making them kill themselves. I stand with them for their mental health.
Be. Better.
(Spoken Word Intro)
All of my perspectives have changed
From what was an advocate for provocative changing
Turned to leaving them with their souls, bodies and arrangements
Verse 1
Incense infested the impressions of this verse
I’m intimate with my pen and this barrage of words
I’m like a Samurai swing s-words but words can make
Words can destroy, words can hex and wreck heads
Send them to early beds, that’s a grave for you knowledgeless
Souls, check your mouths and your ear holes
Hear this gold, and reflect on your character
About the scold of your words that project to choristers
-chorus-
My flesh lays by the rope that bring forth hope
But they labeled us a joke
And I’m going home where we cannot cope
But grow in the light of the disclaiming folks
Hanging on tight, hot, hot
Hanging on tight, hot, hot
Hanging on tight, hot, hot
My flesh lays by the rope that bring forth hope
But they labeled us a joke
And I’m going home where we cannot cope
But grow in the light of the disclaiming folks
Hanging on tight, hot, hot
Hanging on tight, hot, hot
Hanging on tight, hot, hot
-verse 2-
Yeah
What’s love? What’s adoration from a preacher
Verses love from above? What are the white doves?
And why is white pure instead of midnight black
Or sunshine yellow or blue colour from the river pass?
Green grass, pure green and pure pink swines
Why shall white be the symbol of being purified?
All colours are pure and intertwined
With signs of intelligent life, alright?
And my brain is passing along the river of the masses
And the mind of the haters remain in stagnants
They call us names like were unwanted maggots
Or a word that has killed us, the word is —
-chorus-
My flesh lays by the rope that bring forth hope
But they labeled us a joke
And I’m going home where we cannot cope
But grow in the light of the disclaiming folks
Hanging on tight, hot, hot
Hanging on tight, hot, hot
Hanging on tight, hot, hot
My flesh lays by the rope that bring forth hope
But they labeled us a joke
And I’m going home where we cannot cope
But grow in the light of the disclaiming folks
Hanging on tight, hot, hot
Hanging on tight, hot, hot
Hanging on tight, hot, hot
-verse 3-
Come hang with us
Bring the ropes and the knots with us
Take a hold of the power of the word
That made these young people purge
Themselves, no help, dying self
Take a time to reflect on
Tyler Clementi, Leelah Alcorn, Jamey Rodemeyer
Nigel Shelby, Ash Haffner, Alec Holcomb
Seth Walsh, Billy Lucas, Phillip Parker
Kenneth Weishuhn, Jack Denton, Chloe Sagal
Kyler Prescott, Landen Gambill and Sam, Sam, Sam
Jadin Bell, Tyrone Unsworth, Nex Benedict
Dawn-Marie, Hamed Nastoh even Annanyah
Arsen, Donte Austin, Cody J, Alexander Betts Jr
Bhavesh, Zenon Bartlett, Blake Brockington
And Jamel Myle, Myles Myles
-chorus-
My flesh lays by the rope that bring forth hope
But they labeled us a joke
And I’m going home where we cannot cope
But grow in the light of the disclaiming folks
Hanging on tight, hot, hot
Hanging on tight, hot, hot
Hanging on tight, hot, hot
My flesh lays by the rope that bring forth hope
But they labeled us a joke
And I’m going home where we cannot cope
But grow in the light of the disclaiming folks
Hanging on tight, hot, hot
Hanging on tight, hot, hot
Hanging on tight, hot, hot
-verse 4-
Connect with us, forget all the teachers
The neighborhood preachers telling us we’re amoebas
Amongst the humans just like we are
They tell the others to be stars and say we’ll only reach through the bars
Send prayers to the constellations, our soul in navigation
Amongst the conversations from the kids these days
Using the word that made kids commit actions to their frame
That word is curse, the bird box of words
A howling voice chanting from the herds
We’re all sheep to the Lord our shepherd
-chorus-
My flesh lays by the rope that bring forth hope
But they labeled us a joke
And I’m going home where we cannot cope
But grow in the light of the disclaiming folks
Hanging on tight, hot, hot
Hanging on tight, hot, hot
Hanging on tight, hot, hot
My flesh lays by the rope that bring forth hope
But they labeled us a joke
And I’m going home where we cannot cope
But grow in the light of the disclaiming folks
Hanging on tight, hot, hot
Hanging on tight, hot, hot
Hanging on tight, hot, hot
