Sadboy Loko - Broken Homes

Broken homes
Mothers getting left alone
My ass should know I did it to my fucken own
Right or wrong, either way its in the past
Late night I hear echos of them saying “Dad.”
What have I done
Man I miss my fucken son
My oldest daughter
Can’t forget about my little one
Are problem solved,
Nah, they’re still the same
I argue with their bitch ass mom
Every other day
Its like we’re reading a page
Up on the same book
Ill be the bad guy in the story
Label me the crook
You try calling your daughter up every afternoon
To ask the same fucken question
“How’d you do in school”
Was it cool did you learn something new
Daddy’s busy all the time and its all for you
Sad but true one day you’ll realize
That every other choice was to make things right.
I sacrificed everything I had not to mention
Sold drugs just to be a good dad
By the first shit I cooked all my dough
And taxed foos around the twenty if my ass was short
I aint perfect but lord just know I’m trying
All the loved ones are the numbers that your calling “why”
I understand we all have to go but why’d you take lil wino and drowsy loks,
Big bullet, duende, are we cursed
The day I leave put my Daytons on my fucken hurst
The ones Ive hurt fuck you aint nothing changed
Better pray we don’t meet at your judgement day
Theres only two ways the good or bad
I try to laugh around my boys
Deep inside I’m mad
Pop that bottle as I reminisce
The good times with the ones that I surely miss
Even though you’re gone your memory lives on
They say the good die young guess I’m here for long
Or could it be I got a guardian angel
You took care of your boy without asking a favor
Everyones full of greed not me
Ill cut a meal up in half so we both can eat
A couple months before
Before I had a home
I was in hotel rooms bouncing back and forth
With a few pair of clothes and the one on me
Sometimes I would arrive so my fam could sleep
Im From the ghetto elopers even grind for theirs
Most G’s I know hustle and the ratchets do hair
Take pride on how you grind and whatever you do
Late night with crackheads and the rest of them foos
I don’t look at the time I stay on my grind
My ex bitch wanna trip cause I never arrived

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