Parents

[Verse 1]
If I fight back
Better get ya life back
Brodie keeps a tight sack
Texting while the knife packed
Doors locked, he fights that
Tryna keep my life tacked
Need some help? Like, trapped
I said nothing right back
Parents made my life trapped
“You ok? alright? Yeah”
Doors are just a light stat
Why you gotta bite back
Just because I might smack
Just because I might crack
Just because I might back
Myself on the doormat
Head up on the fields tho
Check under the pillow
Find someone to kill, yo
“But he seems so chill tho”
Rapping bout a mill’, yo
How he s’posed to kill slow
If he wrote his will slow
One page and a shrill note
Parents made me feel so
Lost up in the real trove
Tryna find a real motive
It ain’t help if he notice
Now look at ya, she knows
Now look at ya, he knows
Now look at ya, we know
Family in a deep cove

[Verse 2]
Father calling me cryin’
Say what’s up to be kind
“You know what I’ve seen, right?”
Yeah, I swear I’ll be fine
Throwin up a peace sign
Swallowing a piece of mind
Tryna get some me time
Not some family bind
Parents outta my mind
Now I gotta see my
Mother telling me I
Need someone to speak my
Stories like it’s Tea Time
Who I gotta speak by?
Who the fuck is he, nah
Bitches gotta realize
I just got a home case
“only-we-can-know case”
“get-off-of-ya-phone case”
“you-ain't-gotta-know case”
Ran back at ya, home plate
They say I got no fate
Right behind the go space
Bed is just a cold base
Parents need to both lay
Back and just unfold safe-
Ly and just grow old, ain’t
Thinking bout my own case
That only made more space
That only mad more base
My life is a cold case
Suicidal, no taste