INK Ry - Mommas Here

Mommas here that's what they say
But yet I'm feeling fear
Hear a scream crawling through my ear
I think its Kelcee getting beat
Sister dropping tears
They drip upon her feet
Her brothers near
But knees is feeling weak
Why we weep when

Never sleep sin sirens been sounding bout a week instead of counting sheep peeping through the jeeps was just a Nightly creep
Backlash stealing weed an doing violent leaps
Crack stash caused addiction auntie meeting silently
Lack of cash call for friction so diction would fill the modesty
Fiction what I told detectives what about my honesty
Im punching on a bitch ain't give a fuck
Bout honory
She should honor me hide my darker side I think they on to me
When u come from violence an abuse
That's the philosophy
People crossin you it's what they meant to do but
Momma said fuck them niggas dude
And you just do Ya due to keep Ya head
Momma said she could end up dead I better be prepared
Momma said I'm the golden boy with the ginger hair
Scenes I had to watch it made me scared
Torture in a chair
So alert siblings blood stains spillin on my
Shirt
Captain Kirk I was a always brave why the scars hurt,
When

Consciousness.
My common sense how I go through life
Dad was absent
Mom is in class but she the school bully
Pop relaxant it helps her out
Ain't understand fully
Mommas here everybody clean
An Ya hide Ya money
Mean, happy, sad, depressed or mad
Bipolar is funny
Momma yeah u raised me independent
It was also ugly
Eviction, cars towed, with no lights on
A blue shower never was hot it was ice cold
Candle hour
Sleeping on the floor an using baby powder
Handled it now we doing better
An u managed it.
Congratulation son ain't graduate but he a big sensation
Temptation something that I beat
But yet I'm still facing
Cremation call for some patience
When the family waiting
Mommas here?
There ain't no mistaken
Or no hesitation
Atmosphere is safer than heaven or a police station
We in a sphere
Trapped on earth
Get me out of here
I never cared bout anything
It's like I wasn't there
But yet my memories
Stained from my sister tears
An all our fears i was young
Sipping on some beer I stole
A square from aunts box of
Newport's
You see abuse an don't speak
Then you a good sport

Written by:
Ryan Mclennan

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