Junior Year bout time I showem that  I’m real

everythings different, cause 2013

Yea I am smarter

Yea I am infamous

Couldn’t write this cause I’m her daughter, oh yea

she’s the best, she’s the best, she’s the best

She’s my mother

I see the struggle

 in her eyes, as it all comes alive

Never got it though so I grew up, yo

never knew, that I love you her too

Since ’95 she da realist woman that’s alive

I’m always cunning

But she’s knows it

8 to 5 that’s her jail time

Its like a prison but not really though

As all the frustration and tension  grow

Im coming up with the realist big dream

With the realist

To be the first on the scene

Hopefully one day it’ll get better

I try to help her

but I make it no better

I Cant help it though

If im hard headed

Its from my dad

But my mom’s hate it

Messy situation yea they seem follow

But Its not twitter

Yet it keep coming

Always tryna change the subject

To Spanish

I never get it

Yo tengo hambre

Those are the few words I really do speak

Like the very few friends

I tend to keep

Always tryna go behind the scenes sneak peek

At my dark past                                                                                           

Cant trust no one

Came here by myself

 leaving by myself

 top shelf novelty

no bottom shelf, ratchetness

Yea I said it

Had to see it coming

With all the trouble caused

still love you though

Cant keep it down

All my walls are coming up

 no exception

That’s perception

Of my spoken word expression

I say it with no hidden intentions

Yea they think I’m high

please don’t kill the vibe

I try not to yet I still cry

Guess you can say I brought on myself, yo

Just to lazy to try and change the talk

Does he love? Do I love him?

Are we great together?

I really don’t know whats better

I’m like a crackhead

He my drug dealer

Can I hold it down?

Can he hold it down?

I think too much that I ruin the scene

We needa change

I just wonder though

if its just you or just me?

We’re both crazy as it is

 ripping at the seams

Is it Love?

I don’t think it’s the same love we both feel

But its okay as long as we keep it treal

Maybe we will be there one day

 and hopefully               

All of this will just fade away