Reggie Sinatra - Tomahawk

How you doing there Reggie
It seems like you have a lot of tension or something is on your mind
Seems like its been this way for a couple days, weeks, maybe even months
You like to discuss it I mean I'm free all the time
Not necessarily free, but I'm hear to listen if need be
I'm your friend
I'm here to help you
No one else is here so why not else me
Mama on the wall, let me fight this nigga
He's choking on my ma, shit I might just get the trigga
My uncle selling rocks
Distrust my pops
Thinking he hates me, why the hell not
Just a figment of imagination stuck up in his thoughts
Trust me though
Shit them household walls have dropped like they Troys
Instead of showers, feel god is dropping bombs
Family got blood, but won't get along
Wondering where did it just all go wrong
Scatterbrained, boy bouncing off the walls
I grown through my teens, and you barely even gave a call
Had panties in a bunch
I mean a Brady in a Bunch
My hunch was that Stacy
The lady made you hazy
From all those lacey blunts
Ever think up on your actions
Have a tea cup of a affection
You left your kids like the way you was abandoned
Got that drugs up in the system
Got that cash, but not for children
Lockwood living
Problems stricken
While you stoned up in the kitchen
It's hell on earth
For all that it's worth
Fuck all this pain
This life's game, it's amount of work
I said I'm praying
I'm patient
Be patiently be waiting
You a no show like my eigth grade graduation
I'm just saying

Written by:
Dennis Ballew

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