Mr. Jones

I was a horrible big brother and son to my mother Due to me becoming a drug lover the young puffer I cut school to smoke bud then graduated To cigarettes that were saturated Infatuated with the high not did a day go by That I wasn't intoxicated kept my brain on fry Eighth grade in rehab dog that ain't no lie Who would ever think the shit would gray my sky Dark days suicidal thoughts like BIG Thinking what happens after this I just might off my wig Then my grandmother passed I swear I lost my lid Unhinged drug binge lightweight an awful kid Yo flashing back my habitat was a rough one But I am who I am can't change the place I come from I've seen a lot of things and honestly yo I've done some Hated facing consequences so obviously I'd run from The messes I made but in life nobody's blessed with a maid You do dirt you gotta learn to rest with the stains Laid up all night no peace can't sleep I feel these demons haunting me this here must be Elm Street So for relief I'd roll a leaf inhale the L real deep Hear voices speak I'd start to freak ain't doing well real weak The paranoia was a beast that beat the brakes off the kid So when I'd chief I'd start to tweak and into crazy I slid DAMN Mixing drugs was a hell of a drug Sincere apologies my peeps I owe one hell of a hug I had to get this off my heart cuzz it was heavy as mud Anybody still feel a way come through let's settle the grudge No bad blood just a child making childish mistakes But truthfully nobody provided real guidance for Jay Shout out to my Uncle K and I'm good with my pops But back then it's lightweight like the hood was my pops Backwoods full of pot cloudy thoughts lethargic and lost Can't really pinpoint what started me off but that don't matter tho I just needed the antidote to unpoison my cantaloupe An antelope surrounded by lions try not to panic yo Cuzz the streets will eat u up real talk Don't let 'em beat u up be tough when u feel soft Was taught to walk a certain walk and take the struggle in stride Bottle up your feelings let 'em bubble inside Now they might rise to the top and start to clutter your mind Then that pressure busts a pipe causing the flood of your eyes But a man ain't supposed to cry thats a rule of the game Wipe your face and keep it moving you'll get used to the pain May show no signs of improvement or change Stuck in the usual lane But in that cycle I refused to remain I had to break loose from the chains And be proud to give junior my name Out