Mothers Son

I know my angels watching over me they’re asking me how
Cause our presence is a blessing in this physical world
Dad told me sort my own life before sharing with girls
He said regain your focus or you’ll actually fail
Under the bridge is water Guessing we sail who swims against the tide knows the power of it still
Everybody dies then they put you in a box but how are you explaining it to that boy’s mum

She steady working 9-to-5 to be providing for her son
But he’s not here no more because cause youths took him by a gun
Black on black crime and postcode Shit is dumb
& I ain’t glamorising it but this is life where I’m from
Wake up in the morning see his face on the cover
Of a paper that don’t care about him blessings to his mother
Summertimes a vibe but you know guns are out toting
Where the plans to make it out because your situation hopeless

Run away but you can’t hide forever
Tears of a grieving mother ain’t gon make it better
Emotions run riot in the social area
But soldier up because his kids don’t know no better
Rolling with a pokey trying to bore that sweater
Tryna catch that opp Put his face on sweater
Till he locked with life and gotta write that letter
Depression kicking in he feeling cold as ever