This sound different in the headphones but fuck it
Ay, ay
Fathers get surprised when they don't hear from you
Same fathers thinking that they lies just don't appear to you
Same fathers goin' through they lives without a shred of truth
Pained fathers cheatin' on they wives without a hint of guilt
Rest in peace to granny, to your brother, and your mama
My lesson stings 'cause family structure built around your drama
I'm sorry to my brothers as they grow up like I grew up
With a dungeon as they hell, and they heaven in the sewers
Was 11 when I grew up
My mama told me "You hit rock bottom," I ain't even blink
"Twice I told you 'bout your problem brawler, you ain't even think"
Twice smack across my fuckin' face and I can't even love right
My bitch ain't doin' nothing wrong and I can't even love right
My ink is begging for this song and I can't even love write
You throwin' channels 'cross my room and all I got this one mic
I got a fuckin grass tattooed, and Ion' even love fight
I can't even find it in me
Ay, ay
I'm dodgin' you, my mama whining wit' me, Ion' got the time to hit her
Ion' got the patience for the love of my life
I say I trust her, but I'm fakin' just to trudge through the night
I say I love her, but I'm vacant when I discover my plight
My whole perception of her changes when its drugs in my sight
Or when its drugs in her eyes
Or when she wit' bitches Ion' trust
Or when I venture too far
Or when it ventures too rough
And when these bitches do call
I don't intend to pick up
I know these niggas get at you
I know one day you gon' get out
I push the truth through the South
This shit just flew through my mouth
This was no act in my doing, I don't know who this about
I don't know who gonna hear this
And I'm approaching 18
I'm losing youth in my spirit
And I'm approaching gangrene
That's just how I'm shooting my feet
I'm at a school I can't pay for
I'm off a boot I can't stay for
I'm with a group I ain't made for
I ask myself "What this pain for?"
I ask myself "What death waitin' on?"
I ask myself