[Verse 1]
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Yeah, grew up with killers, I ain't know they was killers
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We was just together man, playing Megaman on Sega man
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Your mama loved me to death
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She reminded me of a ?, yeah real black queen
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If I had a genie, I wish that she ain't struggle no more
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Y'all wouldn't have to go to sleep with all them roaches
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If she wasn't so poor
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You told me when you came to my house, the shit was like a timeout
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From, reality
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One night you asked me what I'm crying 'bout
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Cause you was staying over for the weekend
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I woke up from out my sleep when I heard mama
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And my Step-father beffing
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I don't know if he'd been drinking
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But I know that shit got loud, and I heard rumbling
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From struggling and rolling on the ground
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Could never get used to that sound
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My mama saying, “Get off me!”
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My tears is tumbling now, I wish that you never had saw me
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Cause I, felt like a coward so powerless, I was only twelve
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I wish I would've bust right through that door my fucking self
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And grab the Glock right off the fucking shelf if nothing else
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Scared a nigga shitless, there goes two of my wishes
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Forever scarred, determined to get some heart
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No matter how big the nigga, no matter how small you are
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Fast forward to our older years, two different paths
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You used to talk to me 'bout college, but that shit didn't last
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Wasted potential getting cash, what could I say
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So tired of not having things, you never see it my way
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Too proud to fold, your demise, one day much to my surprise
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My nigga called me told me you just caught a body twice his size
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I asked him was it self defense, he said it was defense of pride
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And that they trying to give you 10, but if your lucky you'll do five
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Damn, not my nigga, that same one that told that things always get better
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Just trust me don't cry my nigga
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The news call him a killer, but he my nigga
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Sad shit, ayo genie, last wish:
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Free my nigga
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Cousins
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J. Cole |