My head is congested I can't fucking breath
Right now I need a blunt, please pass me the trees
Or maybe I need a shot to make this all go away
Knowing once I'm sober I'll still have to deal with this today
Getting up off my butt to take care of business
Going to work early another ass to kiss
Try to be nice to baby daddy, maybe soon he'll send some dough
Knowing that really he probably won't, so all this stress is going to grow
I let him get to me just like I do my moms
Lately the only relief I have is rapping to instrumental songs
My son wants this and that and as his Mommy I got to get it
Never admit I'm on my last dollar, because truly I already spent it
But there is always someone there for you, no one will let me struggle
As if life was so sweet, where is my glass bubble?
Look into my walls squint hard and you still will never see
Or ever relate to all these things that keep stressing me
About Me
- Princess
- I am young, black, and educated. I have a lot of things to say and I want everyone to know what's on my mind. I have lived a short life but have often been told that I am from another world. I have a three year old son that has inspired me to be all that I can be. He gives me my strength to grow up and work hard. I have learned how to be responsible and to be independent. I've also learned to express my emotions. My child means everything to me he is my inspiration for everything that I do. He has taught me to live my life to the fullest and to continue to do what is right regardless of the distractions put in my way. Ultimately I want to achieve all my goals and provide the best life for my son.
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