mama i apologize for them early greys
screaming ‘til your voice hoarse
could’ve sworn
we would send you to an early grave
never was the early worm
but always found myself in some dirt
never made magic
but i made it work
even on nights
where i ain't make home
slept in the car
it was cold
god made it snow just to make it worse
it was far too cold to cry
that just made it hurt
a testament to the test of a soldier
the whole worlds on my shoulders
the blessing and the curse of getting older
my nigga just get over it
Written By Shawn Demetrius Price
Published by Golden Mile Studios - All Rights Reserved
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