We were all blessed with loving hearts
and sound minds
yet here we are squirming inside
looking on the outside
filling ourselves with half assed
cravings that will never suffice
the misplaced sense of comfort
that only leads you down your
own special path of demise,
now when you fall that far,
who do you call?
who gon listen when your chest
does that super fast rise and fall?
who gon calm that storm of anxiety
because oh yes inside your heart
issa brawl
a brutal fight to be seen,
to feel heard
hollered at that fine bitch down the street,
your games off nigga you just got curved
bitch you been crying all day,
it’s ight mama, you just going through a rebirth
and the cycle gon repeat
till you let all that old shit leave...