TROUBLE

They ask me if I'm doing ok
Nah, my mothers health is declining right in front of my face
I'm praying God restores her
Never imagined life would be this way
Had to get that pork and red meat off her plate
Now she's been pescatarian for one year straight
Got her liking jack fruit and lions mane
My mother is a warrior
Her bloodline is powerful
The women who raised her
Granny and big momma, They were magical
Feel like they both of them left this earth too soon
Played both the role of a goddess and a goon
Black womans stress
Their prayers the are reason why
Today we are blessed
So am I doing ok?
Yes, thankful for each brand new day
Even though the devil's been a little busy
Hell bent on causing a mess
But I know a few **** that can beat Lucifer in chess
I'm still a little vicious
Where I'm from, crime is delicious
Might cause a little trouble
My circle small and delicate as a spit bubble
Let's get ready to rumble
Shout out to Fourth Rope
Imagine that
**** dreams out here really coming true
But wait a minute
I just asked yall
But what if your heart is the color of blue?
Yall still don't have a clue
But, trouble don't last always
At least, that's what the old folks used to say