Dear Mama

Dear mama
I wish you were here
To tell you that you were right
Among these people I don't see you and I

But things have changed
You and I is a maybe
I say things then I change it
I regret things, I'm a baby

All see is these pictures
Trynna find some features
No moms, only figures
Learning to, pull the trigger

Now I remember every single word you said
I wanna say I love you and I miss you on this track

Mama I know I had my flaws
I shouldn't argue with you, that shit was so so gross

But now far from each other
People switch like weather in Alaska
All I feel is the distance
People miss you when you distant
When you close they don't give a fuck
Really Mama you're my sweetheart

Mama you was a black queen
You was always a black queen
People should know about this
People should know about this, yeah
People should know about this

Mama I'm so thankful for raising me
I will admit that I changed a bit

I changed a bit ay
I still a kid ay
I gotta live ay
I chase my dreams ay

Mama, I wonder what I would tell you
If I had the chance to talk to you again
Probably I wouldn't make the same mistakes over again
See? It's hard to paint this paper without all this pain
Enough of me pointing the fingers at people, I also make mistakes

But I'm just to busy on complaining that I ain't never had a birthday cake
Whereas my nigga he ain't pops nor moms, but even though, he still celebrates
I ain't got anything else to say besides of I also make mistakes nigga

Enough of me pointing the fingers at people, I also make mistakes
But I'm just to busy on complaining that I ain't never had a birthday cake
Whereas my nigga he ain't pops nor moms, but even though, he still celebrates
I ain't got anything else to say besides of I also make mistakes nigga