Butterflies (Let Me Live)

[Verse 1]
Born to a beautiful mother, 16
Intelligent, straight A, future prom queen
Pops was a high school all star, all state
Imma ball out like you just can't wait
Years later growing up I'm 8, second grade
Reading at a 5th grade rate
Teachers say I'm special, gifted, you proud right?
At my assembly you scream my name loud right?
Now I'm in high school balling just like you
College got a 4 ride went to IU
Poly sci major then I went to law school
Harvard Imma change the world that's what Imma do
Start my own law firm history is my turn
Fighting cases this court is adjourned
But accordingly unfortunately I never even lived
Cause mother you aborted me

[Hook]
Butterflies, babies cry
Child dreams that'll never be mine
You didn't let me live, you didn't let me live
Butterflies, babies cry
Child dreams that'll never be mine
You didn't let me live, you didn't let me live

[Verse 2]
Momma rapped. Molested all her life
Used and abused she'll never be yo wife
She gave me all her love, all her sweet kisses
Who knew that I would be the answer to her wishes?
Said she loved my voice and loved the way I sing
She put me in a talent show and let me do my thing
Imma make you proud ma Imma take us far
Right above the clouds ma Imma be a star
I went and did a demo gave it to your friend Tony
And Tony had a friend of a friend of Sony
Your Girl got signed and now I'm on my way
I'm travelling to Europe touring through LA
My album hit the billboard dreams I fulfill
But unfortunately this ain't even real
Why? So I back track accordingly
I never even lived cause mother you aborted me

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Touchy subject I can never judge right
But I would like to offer you some love and some insight
Beyond the politics a poor choice and a poor life
The common response is do you? Since it's your life
But common sense put out the consciousness
Our love for the gift means we do not exist
It's a life that was planted, lungs meant to breathe
Eyes meant to read, his gums made to teeth
Would the God who orchestrates everything
The giver of life and which we receive
You got a heavy past, move on to tomorrow
Ask God for forgiveness and joy for your sorrow
Yeah I pray you let the flower bloom
That you won't let your womb be a tomb
Yeah I pray you let the flower bloom
That you won't let that womb be a tomb
And let me live

[Hook]