"Trauma" lyrics
"Trauma"
(Abstract)
My mama just told me, like, "M Row, I'm proud
I always prayed that you made it home safe every night 'cause at night, you was flockin' at crowds"
Every week, used to go out of bounds
I was ballin' on court and I'm lettin' off rounds
Shot after shot by my crib, makin' sounds
And I go on the race and I'm skippin' through towns
She remember I [?] by the crib, my grandma lookin' out of the window
She see me runnin' off scene with my-
Cops came to my door tryna ask for my info
Back and forth, I was goin' through biz
But that's all the mistakes that I made as a kid, though
I-I-I got remanded for being on vid but I can't say much, gotta stay confidential
You always cried when you came to the court
A-always was there to support
Shit makin' me cry, so I'm keepin' it short
You ain't know what to say when you saw the report
I was hurtin' inside while I'm lettin' it torch
A-a-ain't really have no remorse
You was holdin' it down for my pops for the years
Came back, first year, niggas had a divorce
I missed you for years and I couldn't go home
Your building right there by the opps
After a while, I got tired of riskin' my life just to see you and lettin' off shots
Like, I was really on hots
I can't see my mom and I can't see my pops
I-I-I felt abandoned and left on the blocks
But I made it back home, always clutchin' my-
You been tryin' to tell me that **** was a rat
I'm really mad I ain't listen
You could tell by the way that he chat when I brought us together, just us in the kitchen
A-after he left, you was like, "Who is that?"
I said that's my mans, hundred grand on a mission
Said she feel funny but can't be exact, like, she got a good intuition
I'm sorry for all of the shit that I did
I-I had you go through depression
You prayin' all day they don't murder your kid
Or take him to jail, tryna teach him a lesson
Said, "M Row, you care if you die or you live?"
Ain't have an answer, it's hard to express it
I was deep in that water just like a squid
But I never drowned, and that's really a blessing
It be hard to just talk on my life
I really sit back and cry
Facin' depression, I been tryna fight
Overthink in my head, like, how I survive?
I don't know if I'm dyin' tonight
Who gon' help with my family if I really die?
Yeah, crickets, right?
I'm endin' this song and I'm sayin' goodbye
My mama just told me, like, "M Row, I'm proud
I always prayed that you made it home safe every night 'cause at night, you was flockin' at crowds"
Every week, used to go out of bounds
I was ballin' on court and I'm lettin' off rounds
Shot after shot by my crib, makin' sounds
And I go on the race and I'm skippin' through towns
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