verse 1
Picked up the phone and talked to my nigga Dally
My brother back on them drugs
That shit just hurts the family
Poppa thinks it's his fault
The mama crying sadly
I can't talk to him either
My little sister Angie
I try to give him time
In hopes my brother change
But shit gets worse every time
Oh God, it's rather strange
My mother's pain is the love
To think that I'm the same
I grew cold i due time
Like I'm the one to blame
Lord I'm losing faith
And yeah it's hard to talk
My mind's amazing
My spirit trapped in my doctor's thoughts
My hear could pour but it bleed inside
Where it's hard to walk
And God I'm trying to forgive him
But it's the coldest war
See the concept of a purpose is a clever design
To understand that maybe love is just blessing defined
It doesn't mean I love him less
But it's stressing my mind
But that his homey Jimmy here gon get better with time
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How long how long how long
We been waiting for things to change
How long how long how long
We're pretending that things the same
It ain't easy right now
Wish you could see me right now
It's go get better with time
It's go get better with time
verse 2
Picked up the phone and talked to my nigga Jimmy
Introspectin', he saying I'm doing too much thinking
Thinking 'bout all the times my daddy was missing
He tries to make it out but I doubt that it's making a difference
I see him more but I swear to God I'm feeling distant
I want more from the conversations I'm having with him
But I don't think he gets it
He check on me when he call
But the call is like a minute
I drag it out but sometimes I just feel like I'm pretending
The connection is lacking, he doesn't open up
He hold it in but I wonder how he deals with the pressure
'Cause I can't be the only one feeling broken dawg
Man, I can't be the only doing therapy sessions
Hard to evolve when you gotta leave the family behind
A lot of people understand but it's never my dad
But then Jimmy told me he will get better wit time
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