Ptsd (feat. Vib3)

Can't sleep An why would I I'm a failure in life I swear moms wants me to die Always bitch in I'm wasting my gifts But I ain't aware of what she mean Used to think she was too hard on me When she was only tryna prepare For the dark cold world out there Yeah the methods coulda been a bit different That's the thing with parenting Shii can be tricky And the child to young to understand at the times Why momma so mad at me Why she always ready to hurt At the sound of jd fucked up Or the sound of something that broke Shii ion even know But what I do Without you I wouldn't be who I am today Granted I'm always in pain But I thank for the correct principles That you taught me It's the memories Some are good some are bad We deal with what we get Happy and sad It's the PTSD PTSD that's making me spaz I think what's worse How you my biological And tried to murder me at 1 years old Crack in my system Jus to make me anotha stereotype Born to live Nah I was born to die Jd you fucking up the vibe Nah I'm tryna show some of the dark An honestly that's who I am I ain't evil I got a depressive cerebral One side is replaced So I'll forever be in negativity Props to you for this disease If not tryna kill me at birth wasn't enough Then tried to it again And again You was never meant to be my mother That title goes to a woman who ain't even blood And still treated me with love Even though I couldn't feel it I knew she did The only woman who'd never quit Showed me how to take off a girl when I'm in a e Doing yo job And what you do? Raise anotha kid And give him everything Me and T Shoulda got So who's really at fault Was it my pops Or was it cause you could fw my race Even tho I had your color You was still filled with hate All cause I had my pops face That's coo I'm done with the trip You don't need to explain shii You're dead to me and that's the end of it