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Im not tryna be a pessimist i know i probably sound like one but listen where im coming from and look at where were coming from x3
Look at where we coming from
We got both our parents? You cant say that didnt fuck us up
Dont take it wrong im not giving you an order
But you doing this for money why the fuck youd want a toddler
Im not meant to be no father you aint too much of a mother
How many times you eat a day you think that you can raise a daughter
Yes pictures of the ultrasound i saw them
Insecure thoughts in my mind i fuckin got them
Worried and scared to death im practically post mortem
Cant understand shit your saying quit speaking foreign
Dont bring my family into this
An idiot okay you can call me a fuckin piece of shit
Your father picked you up and decided he dont want them
Im not doing the same thing im tryna do whats best for them
You wanna raise them in this neighbourhood
Where a C+ translates to all your grades are good
You wanna threaten me with scars on your arms
You wanna cut me up bitch i said i wish a fucking razor would
You got two girls in your womb
We dont even got a house let alone a nursery room
Im not telling you to deconstruct the thoughts in your mind
But decide on doing whats best for the ones whos living inside
Ive got no intention of leaving
Nevermind a predetermined disposition on being
A role model to one whos gotta be a leader to others
I couldnt lead if i wanted let alone lead for the mother
Im not tryna be a pessimist i know i probably sound like one but listen where im coming from and look at where were coming from x2
 
You cant tell me this is purely my fault
You cant tell me you dont want this at all
You cant tell me you dont love me no more
You cant tell me things were better before
You cant tell me this x4
 
I shoulda known better than this
Dont fuckin call again prick you aint fuckin shit
I dont need you ill do this by myself
I dont got no fuckin daddy i turned out pretty well
(Pause)
Next man he in jail
Next man he in hell
Next man do me well
Much better than you
He a graduate too
He go to graduate school
Then stops coming around
Im used to this life
My mother was the same she walked the street with a knife
My dad i think he banged and then he died in a fight
Next man serving life
You ever stop and think about our daughters theyre 6 now
Asking bout their daddy should i tell them the shit route
Should i let em listen to first verse of this song
Or rewind this tape and burn it that shit hurts for too long
I think of you sometimes
Wonder where youre at if your career going well
Wonder whered we be if we had done something else
If we were sombody else
I pray for you
You dont remember me
I woulda came with you
But you didnt stay with me
Im not trying to be a pessimist i know i probably sound like one but listen where im coming from and look at where were coming from x2
 
You cant tell me this is purely my fault
You cant tell me you dont want this at all
You cant tell me you dont love me no more
You cant tell me things were better before
You cant tell me this ×4
 
I couldnt hate you if i wanted to
Wouldnt know who to hate
I couldnt blame you if i wanted to
I mean look at your age
I heard that you write songs
You ever write about us
Heard you used to write mom poems
You ever write about me
You ever think about me
I ever pop in your head
You ever think about me
You still wish i was dead
Free falling made me feel im alive
Fear of calling mom and hearing her cry
Fear of bumping into you at store
Not even knowing what your lookin here for
I feel like you didnt give me a chance
I feel like you might be watching me dance
Feel like you couldve been at my show
School play or at a talent or as i dance on a pole
I think i hate you think i love you think id cry if i met you
Think id love to think im scared to think that i would upset you
Think im calling think you hang up think id just hear a dial tone
Guess you must mean something to her really hope that you die alone
Do you cry a lot
As much as me
Do you wanna die or not
Youre just like me
Im not tryna be a pessimist i know i probably sound like one but listen where im coming from and look at where were coming from x2

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