Calling

[J. Arrr]
Yea
I had a talk with my cousin
He's locked down til his 50s, went in at 21
A Savage in the streets, No Heart
His thing was plenty come, plenty go
Your best bet was to leave him alone
Cause you could never read his vibe, what he really was on
We on the phone, he bragging, proud of his muscles
I'm laughing, hiding the struggles I'm having, tryna be subtle
Like you had so many talents, yo life ain't have to be troubled
God gave you all the pieces, you never crafted the puzzle
But I love you
He paused like he ain't have a rebuttal
He took a deep breath in the midst of cracking his knuckles
I'm sitting on the line, my tears splashing a puddle
Then I hear him clear his throat

[Cousin J. Arrr]
Why you here passing judgement?
What you know about barely having your mother?
Drug addictions had her missing, them dealers having her sucking for a quick fix
Tryna play the doctor when she gets sick
She didn't care that I was becoming a misfit
Plus I never even had a father figure
I was jealous of you because your pops was living with y'all
Man these streets pushed me til I started killing
Bad bitch with gonorrhea, I done clapped a lot of niggas
So you know positivity ain't thang, nigga
What, yo words supposed to free me out these chains, nigga?
Imagine living where every corner had gang members
Who'd try to fuck you up if you ain't wanna bang with em
Mane, listen
You shouldn't talk bout who got all the tools
You played a year of college ball then dropped outta school
Niggas would kill for opportunities offered to you
You sound like a hypocrite when you call me a fool
But I love you nigga