Right, right, right, rightSomething's got a hold on meRight, right, right, rightSometimes I think pain is just a lack of understandingIf we could only understand it all, would we feel no pain?God must feel no painSomething's got a hold on meOnly joyDoes this mean even our suffering pleases him?Lost in a cloud of marijuanaYoung Carolina nigga, fish out of waterStep-daddy just had a daughter with another womanMama ain't recover yetCallin' me at 12 at nightShe drunk as fuck and I'm upset'Cause why she always using me for crutch?Growin' up I used to always see her upLate as shit, cigarette smoke and greatest hits from Marvin GayeShe kill a whole bottle of some cheap chardonnayI gotta leave this house 'cause part of me dies when I see her like thisToo young to deal with painI'd rather run the streets than see her kill herselfSo 'Ville became my escape from a feelin' I hateMama cursing me outDepression's such a villainous stateI used to stay out later on purposeSubconsciously I was nervous that if I came home earlyThen what would surface was her inner demonsAnd then I'd have to end up seein' my hero on ground zeroTears flow while Al Green blowLove and happinessI wish that I could say the right words to cheer her upI wish her son's love was enoughI tell her: Mama, go to sleepShe tell me: Boy, hushYou better pray to God you never get your heart crushedI shake my head in frustrationHead to my room and I can still hear the tunes with my door shutFuck it though, a couple more months I'll be goneOff to college and dormsFoolin' myself, thinkin' problems are goneBut now it's 1 AM and my mama dialin' my phoneI know she intoxicated and soon this high that I'm on comes crashin' downShe lit, talkin' drunk shit, I'm pissedBut I'm still all ears like Basset HoundsThinkin' to myself: Maybe my mama need helpDon't she got work it the morning?Why she do this to herself?Hate how she slurrin' her wordsSoundin' so fuckin' absurdThis ain't the woman I know, why I just sit and observe?Why don't I say how I feel?When I do, she's defensive for realWell maybe things get better with time, I heard it healsLittle did I know how deep her sadness would goLookin' back, I wish I woulda did more instead of runnin
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Right, right, right, right
Something's got a hold on me
Right, right, right, right
Sometimes I think pain is just a lack of understanding
If we could only understand it all, would we feel no pain?
God must feel no pain
Something's got a hold on me
Only joy
Does this mean even our suffering pleases him?
Lost in a cloud of marijuana
Young Carolina nigga, fish out of water
Step-daddy just had a daughter with another woman
Mama ain't recover yet
Callin' me at 12 at night
She drunk as fuck and I'm upset
'Cause why she always using me for crutch?
Growin' up I used to always see her up
Late as shit, cigarette smoke and greatest hits from Marvin Gaye
She kill a whole bottle of some cheap chardonnay
I gotta leave this house 'cause part of me dies when I see her like this
Too young to deal with pain
I'd rather run the streets than see her kill herself
So 'Ville became my escape from a feelin' I hate
Mama cursing me out
Depression's such a villainous state
I used to stay out later on purpose
Subconsciously I was nervous that if I came home early
Then what would surface was her inner demons
And then I'd have to end up seein' my hero on ground zero
Tears flow while Al Green blow
Love and happiness
I wish that I could say the right words to cheer her up
I wish her son's love was enough
I tell her: Mama, go to sleep
She tell me: Boy, hush
You better pray to God you never get your heart crushed
I shake my head in frustration
Head to my room and I can still hear the tunes with my door shut
Fuck it though, a couple more months I'll be gone
Off to college and dorms
Foolin' myself, thinkin' problems are gone
But now it's 1 AM and my mama dialin' my phone
I know she intoxicated and soon this high that I'm on comes crashin' down
She lit, talkin' drunk shit, I'm pissed
But I'm still all ears like Basset Hounds
Thinkin' to myself: Maybe my mama need help
Don't she got work it the morning?
Why she do this to herself?
Hate how she slurrin' her words
Soundin' so fuckin' absurd
This ain't the woman I know, why I just sit and observe?
Why don't I say how I feel?
When I do, she's defensive for real
Well maybe things get better with time, I heard it heals
Little did I know how deep her sadness would go
Lookin' back, I wish I woulda did more instead of runnin
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