i think about my momma
and sometimes i cry
thinking about how age builds
so fast with time
i cant imagine a day
within this world without her,
thinking if i get too low
and crash, how much that’ll
hurt her

in this world,
we’re meant to suffer
i don’t know, though,
im gettin’ kinda sensitive
this skin is gettin’ paper-thin
from never winnin’
“everybody’s heart ain’t your own”
but they’re stomping
on my heart and my spirit
“they” is the world
im crying through these words
can you hear it? - n.a.