Mum Therapy

Verse 1
Momma my friend’s a Thug and a hard head, a Superman who thinks’ he’s flyer than
Clark Kent but he ain’t ever been/
Drug’s hit hard like nevirapine, born to win but this cat thinks it’s the norm to sin/
His loose screws are amusing with two spoons in the tongue, droops booze and abusing
With new tools in the lung/
A gift to every woman he said, he’d give a gift to every woman that’s dead now/
Are you living walking or are you walking for the living, a life of books or are you giving
Books life/
A whip nice, built with big lights, Big House what would it be with no good wife/
A Jerabo type it’s looking like its new money, a dunce in class homie defines the new
Dummy/
His has a wild style refer to him as alarm, girl if you’re next remember to keep the armor
On/

Verse 2
Momma my friend loves to Pick and Pay, she Shops-rite and loves to play these silly
Games – Who is this girl?
She must be a former black individual from the powder pack a large slap would just
Cause mad residuals/
See cash is pivotal, in her life it’s mystical – twitter, facebook, instagram that’s the
Visual!
She’s not even herself anymore a fraction of her real self and selfies define her wealth/
Designer clothes, fast cars but an empty fridge; a bulimic mind state and she loves the
Binge/
Many men hooked, my friends shook get me off the hinge, my bank account laughs my
Wallet walking on a limb/
Who will I turn to, Dear God I need to save this soul – we need saviors soul so many can
Get save a hold/
Too many lack a heart of gold, watch our friends diminish we’re critics in the back and
Fold/
Bridge
Be yourself, you need to work it out x 3
Be yourself!