Curves (saving me)

i knew a time in my life

when my momma was the only woman

and a smile was the best curve i noticed

when i was ten and i handled no shit

didnt care about no female before i started calling em bitches

maybe the title i gave them came after i let em give me stitches

probably the reason i started painting so many pictures

then i lost my momma and i started looking for affection

those painful days i never cried, just got up and fucked up girls minds

those rainy days in one of the hottest states when i found out alot about fate

and how it takes without asking

selfish little bastard, and i thought i was king

must have been asking for trouble

all them days in the hundred plus outside in the heat balling

the friendships i made were appalling

the internship of a unconventional therapy

but when i didnt make the team i lost a dream

picked up the pen and begun my painting, new dream

what the fuck am i thinking, who am i saving