Letras
One mic one love….
Well if the devil is a lie
Then Paul Pierce is the truth
Miss Them Early mornings hitting snooze
Acting like we ain't got too much to do
She was always down earth
With trauma deep in her roots
Can't help but to hide what's underneath
Even Superman had a booth…
Thats truth
In a world full of tension
Baby girl always in the kitchen
Whippin up dinner doing dishes
With the quickness
So in tune we'd get lifted
Then she Devoured me like she was breaking her fast
So when they ask why I kept her on my hip
Because she ain't do it for attention
Used to do just what I like
And when my days got long
She'd bring a friend to spend the night
I'm like cool that's iight
Them Big Apple women she used to like
Them Big Easy women that's what I like
Them women put the overtime in for her kin
Tap in after work just to puff with the Kidd
Said her baby dad did her wrong
Now doing a bid but I don't judge
It is what it is
At times she was ashamed to admit
She needed an escape to be herself…
Cut her a slice from a pie of a leaf
Top it off with a shroom to replace the peace
Will never be what it was…
But trust can't even regret none
No energy wasted in vain
Head in the clouds
Nothing was the same
Cause there's no one to blame but who…
You? Me? We? Sheeeeesh
Like get outside of yo head
Ego won't let you do better
Eat mush and love you instead
A reminder you deserve better……..