Love Me

My father came here as an immigrant
Raised by kids in the tenement
I won by blood it was imminent
He would be judge, had a grudge and a temperament
Picked out a wife not a pipe dream
Tone of her skin insignificant
In the bathroom a pipe fiend
Who the fuck brought this, time to listen in
This is when we were on that month to month
When I first started rapping, found comfort once
In my life I would write when my tongue would cease
If I encourage but discourage would come defeats
And the lease was instilled with the will to withstand
The environment required when you mixed ham
What a sigh of relief my streets had, my beats had
Every other pair a swoop past
I had a for myself, keep to myself
Weak, I was dealt, death weep to myself
My mother’s lungs were strung in the hospital bed
I put it in a song, every option was dead
Every option it led to my soul’s reprise
I repeated every night when I closed my eyes
I was told by my niggas just ignore and drive
Pass any road block when your goal’s in sight
Lord
So what is the outcome whenever you bounce from
The same position you have vouched from
The same condition that left mouth hung
Every uncle and auntie in the house strung
I strung a fiend together with loose dreams
Made a career, stayed clear of a few things
Never take advice when your vice is to prove things
Niggas will see that feedback is abusing
Mood swings from my mama in the hair shop
Black spots on her lungs were the hair stop
Blood stains on the ground and the air shots
Funeral homes always busy on their blocks
Stopped on the way to school unenthused
Arguing over views the curriculum
Restricted by the rules, this the same in life
They teach you to take orders to restrain your plight
Lord