Honey Cocaine – Dear Luv

Acting like if you walk by on a streetAnd you’re walking on concreteAnd you saw a rose growing out of concreteEven if it had messed up petalsAnd it was a little…to the sideYou would marvel at just seeing a rose growing through concreteAs a youngin all I had was a dreamRapping to myself as my mama used to screamPapa getting violent and he beating her againThey just feeling stressed cause they tryna pay the rentPapa you a g though you did wrongMama you an angel cause you stayed strongPapa it’s alright we have weak momentsMama you a soldier cause you keep holdingBut some days we ain’t have shitAnd some nights I was askingWhy we so poor all my friends not?Just jealous of what my friends gotI was hungry and you fed me loveDamn, you gave me yours and it wasn’t enoughYet, I took it all and went out a crazeYou made it feel like home and without a placeWorking like slaves and I’m so sorryI’m grateful for the things you done did for meComing home from school disrespectingActing like I ain’t have blessingsDamn mama, that cancer won’t get youif you tryna to go won’t let youA careless ass kid but I’m tryna change itI just need to tell you I appreciate itActing like if you walk by on a streetAnd you’re walking on concreteAnd you saw a rose growing out of concreteEven if it had messed up petalsAnd it was a little…to the sideYou would marvel at just seeing a rose growing through concreteAs a youngin all I had was a dreamYou was my brother, my hero, my teamI was down for you, all you did was sellI was growing up, while you was in and out of jailWaiting at the court room all of us silentYou was never home, you was always so violentHow you think I felt when I visited the prisonLike where my brother at why my partner gone missingI was gone distant, but that was just hurtFrom all those nights, those fights, those wordsShit we used to argue all the time, I hated youAnd witnessing your drug dealing, I hated tooIt was my birthday and there’s some next shitAll those times you got your ass arrestedFamily stressing, I’m surprised you ain’t deadFrom a life of crime and the war with the fedsHow you thought bout what you put me through? HuhAnd all the things I had to do for youLike deal with the people who spoke your nameLike this bitch who disrespected you, I broke her frameBut it’s okay, I’m your baby sisAnd some day I just may be richAnd I got you, I ain’t gotta say itI just want for you to tell me you appreciate itActing like if you walk by on a streetAnd you’re walking on concreteAnd you saw a rose growing out of concreteEven if it had messed up petalsAnd it was a little…to the sideYou would marvel at just seeing a rose growing through concrete.

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