| Just point at me and ill begin where the twirl ends
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| Its difficult to open up, wounds that never shut
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| And watch it bleed while these rap critics eat it up
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| But such is destiny, a limit of choice
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| I’m the coppertone chiller, with the little kid voice
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| Used to never talk, thoughts too deep, they’re philosophical
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| To drop interpretations, quite logical
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| Systematic pressure, I ingest and write my letters
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| The misery, visibly, breaking me, physically
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| I walk around half-smiles, hiding pain deep, knowing that I ain’t feelin
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| Right and it’s hard to sleep/ subconsciously worry about my mom and poppa
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| She want another life where she marry her a doctor
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| And after all these years it’s just tears
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| She wanted something more, but it’s hard to shift the gears
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| Pops stressin out, didn’t know he did nuttin wrong
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| Apologetic, say your sorry but the hurt has been done
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| Same old song, but I don’t understand the melody
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| Treated like a criminal, third strike felony
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| Its hard as fuck when you see your pop cry
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| Lookin deep into my face never blinkin an eye
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| Say your sorry
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| Sorry, didn’t mean to hurt nobody
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| Sorry, never knew I was hurtin you
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| I’m sorry
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| Yo this is for the ladies that I did wrong, it’s sort of crazy
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| That I would write these words up in a song, hopin maybe
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| To get some closure, relationship’s already over
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| I’m healthy and I’m sober, no brownies made of doja
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| Born in october, I’m a libra in my placement
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| The qualities of my sign, they leave me here adjacent
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| To romance, I can’t say ive been faithul
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| Ive cheated many times, for experience I’m grateful
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| Even being honest, posturin like a adonis
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| While kissin on your neck, pullin deep on marijuanas
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| Manipulatin, you was giving, I was taking
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| My girl weve been forsaken, like muslims eating bacon
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| Its kinda squalor, I dont know what else to call it
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| You opened up your heart and I had to go and spoil it
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| This is for the sisters who I really got deep
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| Nicky, jackie, queen afuya, Big T
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| All due respect cause we met for a purpose
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| I hope you ain’t ashamed cause your time wasn’t worthless
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| I’m sorry
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| To all my homies gettin my back, I’m never lonely
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| If I ever dis, raised a fist, I was only
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| Caught up in the moment, thought you was my opponent
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| I saw myself in you for a minute, and I wanted
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| To fight me, likely I was mad at self
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| Sometimes it’s easier to blame someone else
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| Without ya’ll couldn’t stand the constant demands of livin rap life
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| It’s only right that we band/ together against the restless tides of oppression
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| I’m firin rhymes like smith n wessun
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| Progression is made with a simple step, even jesus wept
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| I’m lettin ya know too long, these feelings kept
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| Inside of my mind, true friends hard to find
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| Now that I let it out, we gotta shine cousin I’m so sorry |