Look In My Eyes

I be steady in my thoughts momma hate to see I'm falling patch the holes up in my heart cause I can't take it when I bleed I don't really want to talk but hope god answers when I call him I don't really ask for much cause what I'm chasing all I need We dreaming big I'm talking yacht so we can sail up on theses tears we be shedding, leaving here different settings Early struggle hurt a lot and satisfaction that's a feel I'm forgetting, see the pills but won't let in Bro pop pillies till he popped , it's the saddest nigga Addictive habits, got a nigga spending breesh Don't blame his mother she had kept him on a leash But the nigga treat the world like momma left him on the streets We dodging caskets ask homie Homys here it's gritty keep a ratchet, jack something Probably in the field so you should blast it, Classic problems in the hood this shit is tragic, ashes Bottled up and zipped up in some plastic It's sick, prison or a cemetery nigga take your pick You can't love her when you gone watch how they take your bitch Always love the prison pose when we be taking flicks Your honor please don't make it stick It's not for me Only dusty benches and abandoned homes This where I fucking stand alone on baddest timing keep a watch on me Thought this through yea I had planned this on my own To help my family back at home yea ma and grandma did a lot for me Love was rich, Nana's house be lit through summer cousin came for family trips Uncle Michael passed away now all we got is fucking pics That was grandma's youngest brother now she hurt to much to fix I'm I'm dreaming big I'm talking yacht so we can sail up on these tears we be shedding Leaving here different settings Money hungry want a lot we to attached yea all these meals I'm forgetting Pray I heal like a reverend Drinking heavy till I drop it's the saddest nigga Liquor habits got a nigga slurring speech Overwhelmed so I'm concerned that I be weak So when niggas test my heart it's hard to turn the other cheek Yea shit get ratchet, ask brodie, knife up in the back became a hatchet Cash hungry time to put these eggs up in a basket Mad cold, temp dropping with the tears so keep a jacket, gas strong to bottle up this pain yea we be blasted I'm lit, doley strong when off the E i gotta make it kick If I roll another L the shit might make me trip If heaven gates soon take my life I pray they make it quick before that I'ma make me rich