Issues

The other day, my pops looked at me and he asked me what year it was

He's seventy-four, I wish I could say it's a joke and not serious

I'm down on the floor

Praying I got the time to have his feet up and more

Maybe chilling up and watching the shore

And not still busting his ass for the mortgage

You know how they say mental health important?

Well, I'm feeling the pressure

On a long night where I sit and I think about it, can't keep it together

Everyone left us alone, I'm carrying the weight of these thoughts on my own

My girl ask what's wrong, I don't want her to know

I know she dealing with shit on her own