A sad truth ma
Peace to my old earth she made my word turn,
she turned my whole earth, fly like a bird. Palms burn,
My Pops did you dirty and your spirit is pure but I know its never easy when the mirror is blurred,
second son, we was young growing up from the dirt,
it made it worse,
but your smile in my eye, turbulence worth it, nothing was for certain.
You know I hide the hurting slide the curtain
I got a love for poker faces and Iím sorry mamma ima reflection of your actions at times Iím just like you mamma,
fuck the drama I got enough problems ma,
I remove a million knots,
reminisce to slow down the clock till it stops.