dear diary (feat. temple di sacrifice)
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Now you hear me see i cry for you Im'a do it Im'a sound like this The trouble gave me heartache Where were you at wen I needed Probly rolled on my own in the week for a snack yeah, mmm My whole life, the whole time I was around mama, you were not here My whole life, the whole time I was around, papa you were not there Dear diary, i'm writing this damn letter to myself Cant write it to my pops that nigga aint never been around Since I got some sense, seen real life, my plat gehou opie ground Hungry everyday, at night, thankful for Impala and some milk Stayed awake, late at night, just to hear her cry Struggling to raise 6 kids, with charity, every 3rd day getting by So damn poor, standing out at school, church clothes looking dry Always odd one out, ugly duckling, papa het gewaai Took the whole house, left us lying on the ground Half a dozen open mouths left mama with no job Guess you out there, building yourself, kerk broe or not You have no skaamte sinning here right infront of God? Hope you see my chapter ima show you how its done Thank U Hoppie, Thank U Temple, Thank U Marlow for the sound Shout out Ottery, Retreat and big shout out to Delft Carrying our mothers like real men know how The trouble gave me heartache Where were you at wen i needed Probly rolled on my own in the week for a snack yeah, mmm My whole life, the whole time I was around mama, you were not here My whole life, the whole time I was around, papa you were not there So young and lost stuck deep in a big mans world No elder to guide me or show me how the real world fuckin works But im figuring out, got no doubt, going in with a blaze My daughter's fuckin 16 and you havent seen her face What a damn nerve, tryna take, credit for what shes done Never hated you but got no love for you, son of gun Wondering why u left, was it me, something I had done Take all of your genes, im my damn mommas son Daily on her knees, crying loudly looking up F*ck that rolling stone, momma he aint got much luck Momma wipe them tears, he aint worth messing ur make-up up Always got your back and i aint never giving up Thanks for being momma, thank U for being pops I just wanted to be a real man and always make U proud Now i'm all grown up and I just wana say now is F*ck U and thank U, for not pulling out Now U hear me sing, I cry for real I'ma do it I'ma sound like this Gunshot fire sounding like chior Church bells burning, yahh
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