4:04A.M.

What you cradle when your vision of love dies? Never seen Pops and Moms love in close ties. Bastard baby, Bastards made me, dont question my crazy. I been a humble saint, dont make me end sane, please. No time for fugazi. Times played me with times so shady. Born a 90's baby feeling pressure from the 80's. Who saved me? Only my inner peace through chains freed. Looking for love, sorry if paths been shaky. Couldn't trust it. How could I? When the only view I have is bird eye. Feeling like fuck everybody, but I let the song cry. They cry often. I Radio Raheem the coffin. Just to find something to get lost in.
But It's fine.