Painful Poetry

I promise they're still good in me, I know i've done wrong

Tell me what you see in me, i know it's been too long

Sorry I changed

So sorry I changed

Love is evil, don't believe me then spell it backwards

I just do this shit to vent, and then get drunk after

I'll do anything to see one of my son's happy

You play like you won't smoke, knock that bitch til his lungs backwards

I'm from a city where there's nothing but gangstas and drug addicts

When I was young, I spent too many nights on a blow up mattress

Cashing out on hoes and clothes, shit that i just thought mattered

This that painful poetry

Let's talk about this shit that I be thinking when I can't go to sleep

I brought kids in the world, hope that I can be the dad i'm supposed to be

I've been scarred by people that were close to me

This dark cloud keep hanging over me

I always look out for my niggas, but never givin what was owed to me

You can see it in my eye, real niggas got to notice me

I put my family on my back, just like a backpack

P T S D from being broke, im having flashbacks

Now i'm just trying to do right, fuck you mad at

Once you burn them bridges, you can't backtrack

They used to call me corny, I got laughed at

Shit ain't funny when the rabbit got the gun, I need the last laugh

Remember not the bite to hand that feed you

Ain't it crazy that the one that you've been feeding

Suddenly get greedy

Turn around and go to actin like they ain't need ya

That's why I keep my distance

I dont fake cause they dont listen

And even if they did its just so, they can know your business

I'm the type to handle business

Even if it was a handful

They be acting like they love you knowin damn well they can't stand you

Quit actin like a hoe

Hate me wit yo chest

I've been working on my aim, don't waste no money on no vest

I'm just laid back, the quiet one, try me be my guess

They aint see me as a threat

Fuck with me this smith and wesson, make a mess

Stop fuckin with these drugs, just because you are depressed

Real niggas, feels like there aint too many of them left

Watch the company you keep that's how niggas end up dead

Be careful who you speak around, that's how niggas end up in the feds

Praying for my city close my eyes and bow my head

This that painful poetry

Painful poetry