If You Care

Dear Capucine
Age
Moma taught me at a young age
Moma taught me at a young age
Moma taught me at a young age
Moma taught me at a young age
Moma taught me at a young age
Moma taught me at a young age
Moma taught me at a young age

Was on section 8 it was never nothing sweet
Shout out to my moma didnt want me up in the street
Shout out to my moma I treat her like she my queen
She don't like my raps so in this song for her I sing
Sit up in my room and I make hit up after hit
This the same lil room that I put kuts all on my wrist
I dont think she know it but to me she be alright
I don't use my hands but this depression I'm gone fight

I dont like to talk so thats why I didn't mention that
You say that you loyal but yo love I question that
You gave me yo heart so thought I should give it back
I got trust issues baby don't stab me in my back

I said wood after wood all the ashes be my pain
I been going through it but to her I only changed
All of these emotions I dont know what else to think
I put my heart all in my kup but my kup be easter pink
When I kut my wrist I washed my hands up in the sink
Then I go to sleep hoping thats my last blink
If I give you my love baby dont let it go away
Just promise you gone keep it even when I go away

Im bent, I ain't broken
Im scared, I ain't disfigured
Im a lil sad, I ain't hopeless
Im tired, I ain't lifeless
Im afraid, I ain't powerless
I might be angry but I ain't bitter
You might say i'm depressed, but I ain't giving up

Was on section 8 it was never nothing sweet
Shout out to my moma didn't want me up in the street
Shout out to my moma I treat her like she my queen
She don't like my raps so in this song for her I sing
Sit up in my room and I make hit up after hit
This the same lil room that I put kuts all on my wrist
I don't think she know it but to me she be alright
I don't use my hands but this depression I'm gone fight

Was on section 8 it was never nothing sweet
Shout out to my moma didnt want me up in the street
Shout out to my moma I treat her like she my queen
She dont like my raps so in this song for her I sing
Sit up in my room and I make hit up after hit
This the same lil room that I put kuts all on my wrist
I don't think she know it but to me she be alright