This is a song about "Broken heart rap"

Cold, my style making my nose run

Why? coz the silence had to be broken

Both: we both love our moms, women with grown women needs

My eyes were doomed, my heart was broken for several weeks

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

But who needs a heart anymore when you can rest in shore that it'll only be broken

I'm supposed to flow and so i'm dope, i rap for broken homes,

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

Then push the milk on a slow bend

My broken heart you could mend

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part

You should beware beware beware, of a women with a broken heart

Soaking tears that flood the ocean, a mothers heart broken

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

Reopened my notion of knowing im broken