 love is conditional,
i never knew that mary'd put a hole in my fishing boat
i got to tripping more
she went to bitching more
the court of universal law said it wasnt permissable
she went to forte, i stayed pianissimo
then i went to forte, and she went to physical
should i go should i stay and withstand the additional attacks on the mental and the physical
its gon get dangerous
why waste time in these child-like exchanges
why waste mind with these child-like games
its make up to break up,
crying all the time baby messing up your makeup
try and scratch my face up
she said i need communication jay but you dont say much
i know it aint okay but
i from where niggas keep they mouth closed and the gate shut
it seem like only yesterday that i was just a kid in christian dior velour
ballies and a shape-up,
spinning on cardboard and trying to rip a break up
life comes at you fast, i went from sleepin in class to sleeping in the streets forgetting where i wake up
when i was hit with trial, i went in to survival mode
and did a lot of shit a nigga wasnt proud of, so
when i be sittin on the couch with a blankhead
i be at the homeless shelter jefferson and bankhead
a jack sippin dankhead
making sure niggas dont steal my clothes
trying to make a path so i fufill my goals
trying to take a bath so i can heal my soul
a little bit of laughter to conceal my woes
who gon save me?
*there are two SLIGHTLY different versions to this song. this was written using the "final" version
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