Sire! (Outro)

It ain't much that could say for myself, made a way for myself
Too many dark days, tryna stash the pain on the shelf
I'm mom raised, probably catch a fade for the wealth
They sautéed, niggas lack of range on the shelf
I called faith, grew up with distain for myself
I'm all faded, poppa saw at 8
I was dealt his harsh ways
And I'm still tryna break the plane, end zone
Protecting my kin folk, but I be reckless in the mess, and projecting the info
I guess that's regular steps into gettin' grown

I guess I'll send em a message for his phone
Say "It'll all make sense when we enriched"
It didn't all make sense when he was here
I'm in a all... yeah
I'm in a all grey fence with shedden tears
The sun shine, but shit be bleak, I can't see
That one time we made peace was all deceit
Still give thanks for all the feats that we achieved
It's time for me to be the man, that's not Meez
A line was drawn like pleated pants, it's all me
No, I could never be the man you taught me
But I can see the disconnect in all three



Credits
Writer(s): Umar Ramadan
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