Started in the veil,
the last of the four roses from the concrete asphalt
Wasn't spoon fed,
moldy bread,
couldn't finish my meal
Some other love she wouldn't spill,
she out and about
Bar hopping,
tryna catch a feel from the masculine
Find a drunken wage bag sitting by the door
Waiting patiently for the arrival, not reliable
Both is in the scope, coming to age
Tryna find self as a young nigga, lose the hope
Couldn't manage emotions,
was the eyeball flying the wall
The scrimmage was the outlet,
dream that y'all coming to games
No side of the patriarchal matriarchal in the stands
Soft spoken killer showed me how to use my hands
See my brother stuck in quicksand,
sis gave her her last chips from her delicate hands
Lost a couple bands,
typical occurrence,
the past still appearing in my current
Abuse for my anger,
high headed,
always looking to get the credit for motherfuckers
Who wouldn't bow their eyelash,
cut my feelings,
smash till I saw my other half
Other side of town,
let me ride,
rainy day,
stepping over puddles See my reflection,
look closely,
and fell in love with it I fell in love with it,
you know,
on love show for the creators If they ain't gonna love me,
I gotta love me And you motherfuckers,
not * with me,
in the flesh nigga