Jun 2014
You,
Nineteen and confused.
Asking god what your purpose is..
Do you think you have a fuse?
Do you think there will ever be a cut off?
Nineteen and tryna get there
But who's with you on trying to get there?
Can anyone ever understand your grind?
Ya pops..
Where is he? Has he visited, has he sent any coverage. Did he care? Does he care?
Your own flesh and blood,
Left in this world to become a man on ya own, that wasn't fair.
Only leading you to the mistakes he made but your nothing like that man .
That one person who understood it all, face as brown and smile can turn ya mood around, sick and trying to fight off that sick frown,
Cancer only brings disasters,
That pretty smile, she's gone now and only wanting you to do better now,
Birth is a beautiful thing, aunty knew it. Beautiful mind and still pushing until that last fatal line, now we only wonder what's she's left behind, all three of them knew she had the time, same circumstances as you, forced to raise yourself, **** where's the clues?
Can you bare it ?
Baby, I wonder where ya heads at.
Don't explode, he wasn't tryna see that.
Let's go get ya mind cleared up, you need a air vent, only but to turn around and her that nine click.
****..
Blood on ya clothes,
All in ya hands..
He was ya manz,
As confused as you were..
God only showed you the glance, life support was keeping him in ya hands, rest his soul, he was the man.
PURPOSE.
Who do you have left?
You fighting and have a mental D-STRESS..
Asking god what is there left?
There nothing more that you could take from me, so I'll take something from you
Ya self.
Got that nine, locked and ready.
Click, click..
****, why it jam?
You had to go check,
You hit that door and all the bullets left.
God was saving ya self but you still ain't realize it yet,
Running back up stairs, knives in ya hands, you knew that you were destined to go, so you stabbed up ya legs, only seconds away from that last breath, ya door break down and a voice behind it, yell.. "It ain't ya time yet"
You good now,
Until that one day momma came with a speech, hitting you and hitting you, ya blacked out and only remembered pieces, you'd never raise ya hand to ya momma, that's ya queen and ya love her. The women you saw struggle and all you wanted was some closure.
Hearing you'll never be ****..
But all you know is that street tech,
Nobody there to motivate you, so **** success.
But none other than the less
There's a girl who wants to see you progress, waist 11, smile pearly and white, perfect curved lips and beautiful brown hips, you've pushed her away and she still stays, because she loves you and doesn't need a pay,
She's just another story though,
And she isn't going anywhere, because she's your first love and some more.
And I know there's more to the tail, but he's far from where he was then, he's different now, and he's that successful man now, he my man, he's my purpose and he's breathing now.
Nineteen and confused.
Asking god what your purpose is..
Do you think you have a fuse?
Do you think there will ever be a cut off?
Nineteen and tryna get there
But who's with you on trying to get there?
Can anyone ever understand your grind?
Ya pops..
Where is he? Has he visited, has he sent any coverage. Did he care? Does he care?
Your own flesh and blood,
Left in this world to become a man on ya own, that wasn't fair.
Only leading you to the mistakes he made but your nothing like that man .
That one person who understood it all, face as brown and smile can turn ya mood around, sick and trying to fight off that sick frown,
Cancer only brings disasters,
That pretty smile, she's gone now and only wanting you to do better now,
Birth is a beautiful thing, aunty knew it. Beautiful mind and still pushing until that last fatal line, now we only wonder what's she's left behind, all three of them knew she had the time, same circumstances as you, forced to raise yourself, **** where's the clues?
Can you bare it ?
Baby, I wonder where ya heads at.
Don't explode, he wasn't tryna see that.
Let's go get ya mind cleared up, you need a air vent, only but to turn around and her that nine click.
****..
Blood on ya clothes,
All in ya hands..
He was ya manz,
As confused as you were..
God only showed you the glance, life support was keeping him in ya hands, rest his soul, he was the man.
PURPOSE.
Who do you have left?
You fighting and have a mental D-STRESS..
Asking god what is there left?
There nothing more that you could take from me, so I'll take something from you
Ya self.
Got that nine, locked and ready.
Click, click..
****, why it jam?
You had to go check,
You hit that door and all the bullets left.
God was saving ya self but you still ain't realize it yet,
Running back up stairs, knives in ya hands, you knew that you were destined to go, so you stabbed up ya legs, only seconds away from that last breath, ya door break down and a voice behind it, yell.. "It ain't ya time yet"
You good now,
Until that one day momma came with a speech, hitting you and hitting you, ya blacked out and only remembered pieces, you'd never raise ya hand to ya momma, that's ya queen and ya love her. The women you saw struggle and all you wanted was some closure.
Hearing you'll never be ****..
But all you know is that street tech,
Nobody there to motivate you, so **** success.
But none other than the less
There's a girl who wants to see you progress, waist 11, smile pearly and white, perfect curved lips and beautiful brown hips, you've pushed her away and she still stays, because she loves you and doesn't need a pay,
She's just another story though,
And she isn't going anywhere, because she's your first love and some more.
And I know there's more to the tail, but he's far from where he was then, he's different now, and he's that successful man now, he my man, he's my purpose and he's breathing now.
