Mrs. Pollard

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My momma
Had the toughest decision
Let my uncle go to jail
For what he did to me
Have my dad's side hate her
For an eternity
Or let it hang behind the tapestry
Of my pollard family tree
I was no more than six
What more could she do for me
Before my teens
Than let me see her loyalty
As she called the police
Worryful for me
No amount of malice in my heart
Could have me compartmentalize that
And put it in the dark like YG
This the feeling that I get
When they call me by my last name
I'm feeling I'm not apart of this
On my momma side
I'm more partisan
It's obvious
Record called Pollard
But I'm talking to Amarionte on cookout
And that's my momma side
I got a cozy job scrolling outlook
With friends the lookout
I shook out
All the roaches
In my clothes
But can't do the same for my brain
And what it hold
Like my grandma
Wanna call me grandson
And get a picture once a blue moon
But you don't know me
And I don't know you
Cause' yo' bitch ass son wanted to put
Hands on me
And arresting you refused
So I refuted
On them calls
Cause' despite all the spite yall gave my mamma
She was there for you during ya cancer
Dancing close to the steps
Of heaven
Momma was helping
Two-stepping
All the demons
You turn your back on her
Like she wasn't setting yo bedding
I don't get it
This wasn't gonna be on the album
But my momma the reason
I made this album
Without her
I wouldn't be where I am
I wouldn't be half the man
For yall to understand and relate
You'd have to be damn near dead
On my birthdate
Before you step on the plate
And goto bat like she say
She'd pray on many weekdays
I'd walk home safe
After Trayvon Martin case
Threw away all of my hoodies
In exchange I bought collars
Now a million dollars really could be
Buy you that Lincoln MKX
You used to geek about
Now I'm geeking out thinking
Damn the brewhouse
Had me spool out an album
Before my next visit
Damn this a far-cry
From Gowanda
With b-kidd basics
And outta space
With nick as the basis
I prayed never but you respected it
Changed my life for the better
And you respected it
I was myself in my music
And you respected it
I wanted to be independent
And you respected it
I moved away
But never neglected it
Cause' we attacked each other
No one listening
Dad willing to reach over
Grab our hands and say
See we in this shit together
So let's make a plan
I blamed all this on you
However
I should've gave you
More trust
More love
Less lies
From the beginning
You knew my crust
But the dig deeper
Would be our demise
I'm honest with yall
But I always have a chip on my shoulder
A chip on my shoulder
I broke down my conditions
You told me of your mission
But never did I listen
It was clear to me our division
Too stubborn to not be right
With someone
I'm always wrong with
Too stubborn to not be right
With someone
I'm always wrong with
I augmented my attitude
My attitude
My attitude
To change my my my altitude
For you
Mrs. Pollard
Mrs. Pollard
I love you
Gowanda
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