Dear Mama

Dear mama, I know this aint the way you raised me
Cause lately i've been trippin, now I gotta baby
And you can see it my eyes that I aint gettin no sleep, no sleep
Dear Mama

And they be like "HB you never satisfied, boy you look so restless, red all in your eyes"
I, gotta get shit out my way but downfall is my pride
If, I, put you through some pain then I apologize
All those years up in that cell but I aint stop to cry, so much pressure, so much built up so much to the side
Triple C's, I might OD, just call it suicide
Like is it war? or is it peace? Got so much on my mind
Dear mama, I know we need a house, I know I need a job, but I just feel like this my job



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Writer(s): Hunter Harrell
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