A Weight
Life lessons of Brooklyn born, Chicago raised
A young fighter, tongue sharper than Zorro's blade
A crazy nigga thanking the Sun finally came my way
Cause all these lessons would've came with me straight to the grave
6:03
It's January 16th
A blessing to my mom, a curse to my fucking daddy
Shout out to my moms for always fucking holding it down
Shout out to my moms she taught me all these niggas clowns
Born cursed and riddled with anxiety
Mama barely breathed when she fucking carried me
Daddy busy chasing ego-filled false dreams
Holding onto anger til this day ain't let it free
A man filled with genius thoughts and insecurities
I only know this cause this curse now lives inside of me
The one thing learned from this catastrophic unity
A rose of light can truly shine from hearts of concrete
I carry a pain that I've never seen
I carry a pain years before me
How do you let go of something you never owned
I carry a pain of strangers I see
I feel this pain will be the death of me
Take a breath think slow
It's time to let go
23 with a head full of dreams
But still a slave up for auction because of insecurities
I'm working and grinding for something bigger than me
Cause myself and wellbeing ain't enough motive for me
One day I'll see the world for what it is to be
One day I'll see the purpose put out in front of me
But for now, I'm working and praying away
The pain that plagues my family name
I carry a pain that I've never seen
I carry a pain years before me
How do you let go of something you never owned
I carry a pain of strangers I see
I feel this pain will be the death of me
Take a breath think slow
It's time to let go
I carry a pain that I've never seen
I carry a pain years before me
How do you let go of something you never owned
I carry a pain of strangers I see
I feel this pain will be the death of me
Take a breath think slow
It's time to let go
A young fighter, tongue sharper than Zorro's blade
A crazy nigga thanking the Sun finally came my way
Cause all these lessons would've came with me straight to the grave
6:03
It's January 16th
A blessing to my mom, a curse to my fucking daddy
Shout out to my moms for always fucking holding it down
Shout out to my moms she taught me all these niggas clowns
Born cursed and riddled with anxiety
Mama barely breathed when she fucking carried me
Daddy busy chasing ego-filled false dreams
Holding onto anger til this day ain't let it free
A man filled with genius thoughts and insecurities
I only know this cause this curse now lives inside of me
The one thing learned from this catastrophic unity
A rose of light can truly shine from hearts of concrete
I carry a pain that I've never seen
I carry a pain years before me
How do you let go of something you never owned
I carry a pain of strangers I see
I feel this pain will be the death of me
Take a breath think slow
It's time to let go
23 with a head full of dreams
But still a slave up for auction because of insecurities
I'm working and grinding for something bigger than me
Cause myself and wellbeing ain't enough motive for me
One day I'll see the world for what it is to be
One day I'll see the purpose put out in front of me
But for now, I'm working and praying away
The pain that plagues my family name
I carry a pain that I've never seen
I carry a pain years before me
How do you let go of something you never owned
I carry a pain of strangers I see
I feel this pain will be the death of me
Take a breath think slow
It's time to let go
I carry a pain that I've never seen
I carry a pain years before me
How do you let go of something you never owned
I carry a pain of strangers I see
I feel this pain will be the death of me
Take a breath think slow
It's time to let go
Credits
Writer(s): Emem Obot
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