Mamma, know I’m sorry for this route in which I’m taking, I ain’t fuckin’ proud of these decisions that I’m making, but I’m desperate for some answers, why my heart is always aching Making dirty money, yo, this shit is so degrading. Tired of being broke, gotta start acting shady. Chasing all my dreams, but I don’t know where it’s gon’ take me Got a big heart, but my heart’s slowly breaking. I see my own reflection, and I swear I fuckin’ hate me, I said I swear I fuckin’ hate me I still battle with depression on a daily. I can’t decide what the fuck am I here for, I’m doing what I love but my heart’s still sore.
This poetry is all I have when I feel deprived, I grab my pad and my pen, and I feel revived I’m so lost in my dreams don’t know what is real.
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