Fly Off The Handle II

Poppa used to always fake it like he really loved me
But believing all the gossip cause he didn't trust me
Always tryna make some sense but didn't give no money
Dummy, keep them comments to yourself cause I ain't hearing nothing
If you talk about my life, make sure you know the facts
Don't assume if someone tells you that I'm doing bad
Call my phone if you're concerned, it doesn't hurt to ask
Instead spreading all these rumors that I'm living sad
My bad, I should've wrote this verse in spanish so you'd understand
Pa que sepas no te ocupo haci que has tu vida
Si me mirras haste el ciego, no me necesitas
Salte de mi vista, ya no mas visitas
Only time you come around is to erupt an issue
Giving lessons, knowing poppa wasn't there to teach you
Passing absence on to me, you didn't want me did you?
No one did dismissed you, still I never missed you
Hurry get a tissue, bitch you
Tried to paint my momma like some sort of crazy
But she brushed it off with ease because that woman raised me
You even tried to take me from her but could not contain me
I remember vaguely
I was lonely on a daily, worried for my safety
Left alone while you're at work, see I was stoked
To know you're home, but yet you roamed
From hoe-to-hoe, I wish I'd known
Like half the woman that you brought around
Blaming momma for her absence, how the fuck you sound
Clown