Sometimes Lyrics

As I bust down this Backwood

I see you over there smoking too

And to tell you the truth

I ain't seen eyes like you since I was like two

Where you from what you do

Who ya crew

Who the one you smoke and chill wit

Who ya god sisters and ya cousins

Girl where ya mother

And her mother

With all due respect

All of yall blessed

With all due respect

I'm tryna puff puff pass better than ya ex

I'm not being cocky I roll it the best

Respectfully

My tongue is a talented instrument

And the words coming out of it pay bills

Always a lot and sometimes

And sometimes when I smoke

I see a crystal ball in the clouds

Images of you smiling and so proud of me standing there in all my glory

Bridging his and her story

And as that cloud evaporates I chase another high

Another image of you smiling and so surprised

Bringing more tears to my eyes

Your happiness is my sativa

Giving me life and energy

Even when it don't

Ooo... it still do

I feel you

I feel everything you ever went thru

From families torn to families reborn

I stood right beside you

Because you stood and held on to me like I was the prize too

And that's why I hate when we smoke in awkward silence

Because it feels like I'm puffin pass the questions

I'm really afraid to ask you

Scared like I don't even know you

But the beauty is you never been afraid to unmask you

My Clair Huxtable

No Mr. Incredible

Just us little untouchables

Life was nothing but trouble

But you took it like you was on vacation

The definition of god's graces

Please would you mind replacing

Your cigarette with my Backwood

So we can float together on occasions

I know it ain't exactly father and son

But these backwoods can be

Our footballs and we can pass memories to each other

Like remember back when it was cold

As the Baltimore woods outside

And we stood shivering in front of Ms. Rosie's house at eight

Because the daycare didn't open until nine

In a concrete jungle where

Foster care is a common relief

You had the guts to keep us

Tightly packed in the pearl of your pride

Shit we gong to need nineteen blunts

Cuz we moved over nineteen times

Some of those stories make my voice shake

But my lungs learned how to tolerate the truth

The smoke clears and it's really you

No crystal ball

You're in the flesh

Aging from puffy to sadiddy

I promise I'm so optimistic I'm going to retire you before you even turn fifty

And you already fifty-two

You know I hope believe and pray

That you could one day use those divine tools you call hands

To bless the rituals that I use to connect with you

Because my always, a lot, and sometimes

Is increasing by the pounds

And I can't take credit for a dime

But it would mean the world

To always have a safe space to split those sessions with you

If not a lot then just sometimes

Sincerely your son