[ slow whisper entry ]
Holding my head ,
With all the strength I can muster .
The old me is dead ,
Or is she just undercover ?
All The things I regret ,
Could make my heart rupture .
The shit that I said ?
Could make a bitch shudder .
[ sped up ]
[ Bass drop ]
And I can’t take it back ,
So I’m tryna rediscover
Who I really am ,
A fighter , or a buster ?
I’ll be my own end ,
My minds my destructor .
Too much fucking pride ,
To let them see me stumble .
too much fucking time ,
Why does it feel like ima crumble ,
I’m supposed to be recovered .
My sons future in my sights ,
I’m supposed to be his structure .
It’s been almost nine fucking years since I last felt that flutter .
Since I was a runner ,
An addict in the gutter .
I could never go back
Could never let my son suffer .
The way I did in the past ,
Under the influence of my mother .
[ bass drop ]
Three second chances ,
Three sets of tiny hands .
Three women she raised ,
With a drug induced hate .
But here in this phase ,
We grow , elevate .
We all got the strength,
We lift heavy weight ,
Rehabilitate ,
Annihilate the pain .
Glow through the grey ,
We can have a clean slate ,
Illuminate the game .
[ slow hook ]
Can’t you just try harder ?
Not for me ,
Not for your other daughters.
Do it for You ma , it’s your time to prosper .
[ bass drop ]
[ sped up ]
When I try to see the light ,
There’s a pressure built up in my spine ,
How easy it would be ,
To give up the good fight ,
But it could never be me ,
With my son in my life .
It ain’t ever been easy ,
Deciphering wrong from right ,
Until my baby came along & taught me to try .
And taking care of me ,
Has always been the hardest thing .
But taking care of KING
Brings out a side of me so clean .
Moms still losing the fight ,
She could never really dream .
Hard to fucking cry ,
Cuz She made me a machine .
Hard to be a child ,
Being raised by a feen .
Hardly in her sights ,
Getting blowed to smithereens .
Hard to make it right ,
When denial goes unseen .
[ bass drop ]
Three second chances ,
Three sets of tiny hands .
Three women she raised ,
With a drug induced hate .
But here in this phase ,
We grow , elevate .
We all got the strength,
We lift heavy weight ,
Rehabilitate ,
Annihilate the pain .
Glow through the grey ,
We can have a clean slate ,
Illuminate the game .
[ slow hook ]
Can’t you just try harder ?
Not for me ,
Not for your other daughters.
Do it for YOU ma , it’s your time to prosper .
hayse