Rem

I said I'm sorry mama
Your boy became a man, And took his life into his own hands now
This music ain't no romance, It's more of tragedy, actually
Passing on peace, to perform internationally, I dream
I reach and I grasp it
These niggas living life in the past tense
I'm tryna make more from a passion
I'm tryna make a dollar flip to more than what cash gets
That's happiness for mama and papa
I fiend for more than Grammy
Ain't no act cause I need more than Oscar
Working 3 jobs to make sure that I prosper
Hey papa
Imma get it for ya
Everything you ever need
I put that shit up on the lines
And then I sew em with my seeds
And then recoup em off my streams
Those be these tears that's from my eyes
From seeing us who came from nothing
Living closer to the sky
Who am I?
A man with purpose
Tryna prove that he worth
On a earth that ain't worth shit, damn
But I'm working
I swear I'm working

I see butterflies (butterflies)
I see rain clouds in the sky (Sky)
And I see heaven (Heaven)

I sing lullabies (Lullabies)
And I feel everything inside (Side)

Sorry ma I know I could be doing better
Then whatever I'm showing, but I try and you know it
So maybe quit the naggin', cause I've been chasing passions
And you know, shit don't move out here until you make it happen
And I don't do much with much enthusiasm
So I keep a straight face, not a smile when I'm trappin'
Plus I'm in traffic, tryna get to you, but you been acting mad aggy
Like shit maybe we both wrong
Why can't we just meet in the middle, the way I'm raised if it don't make change its fickle
So what we stressing bout
Matters of the heart, matters of the pocket
At first I found peace then I lost it,
First I found solace in the fact, that I seen them niggas lose and I won't go out like that
Nigga yeah not that way, make a new pathway
Make em piss his pants if he ain't got it when I'm asking

I see butterflies (butterflies)
I see rain clouds in the sky (Sky)
And I see heaven (Heaven)

I sing lullabies (Lullabies)
And I feel everything inside (Side)