Love Me - Locksmith

My father came here as an immigrant

Raised by kids in the tenement

I won by blood it was imminent

He would be judge, had a grudge and a temperament

Picked out a wife not a pipe dream

Tone of her skin insignificant

In the bathroom a pipe fiend

Who the fuck brought this, time to listen in

This is when we were on that month to month

When I first started rapping, found comfort once

In my life I would write when my tongue would cease

If I encourage but discourage would come defeats

And the lease was instilled with the will to withstand

The environment required when you mixed ham

What a sigh of relief my streets had, my beats had

Every other pair a swoop past

I had a for myself, keep to myself

Weak, I was dealt, death weep to myself

My mother’s lungs were strung in the hospital bed

I put it in a song, every option was dead

Every option it led to my soul’s reprise

I repeated every night when I closed my eyes

I was told by my niggas just ignore and drive

Pass any road block when your goal’s in sight

Lord

So what is the outcome whenever you bounce from

The same position you have vouched from

The same condition that left mouth hung

Every uncle and auntie in the house strung

I strung a fiend together with loose dreams

Made a career, stayed clear of a few things

Never take advice when your vice is to prove things

Niggas will see that feedback is abusing

Mood swings from my mama in the hair shop

Black spots on her lungs were the hair stop

Blood stains on the ground and the air shots

Funeral homes always busy on their blocks

Stopped on the way to school unenthused

Arguing over views the curriculum

Restricted by the rules, this the same in life

They teach you to take orders to restrain your plight

Lord