Torn and worn like holes in jeans, I'm frayed
Pressed down like the keys and hammers and strings, bitch, I've been played
Stressed and festered trash 'cause I've been left out in the shade
I'm black and blue, my tongue is tied like shoes, I'm so fucking dismayed, I'm led astray
Cold like streams of concrete on the street, I'm grey
If you could live in my shoes for just one motherfucking day
Tears on my grave, I'm not a slave, I need to pray, oh
I'll be okay, I'll be okay, I'll be okay
Tears on my grave, bitch, I'm not a slave, bitch, I need to pray
I'll be okay, bitch, I'll be okay, bitch, I'll be okay
I'll be okay, bitch, I'll be okay, bitch, I'll be okay
Tears on my grave, I'm not a slave, and I'm not a slave, bitch, I need to pray