Knightmares

It's too much weight on my chest, I'm still a cut "bouve" the rest

At painting pictures I'm the best, guess I'm sum like a chef

My mom went to jail, I was young

Fucking with honey, got stung

I had grow up real young, my battle had only begun

I done lost a lot of loved ones, and it's hard for me to trust sum

I been at war with myself, know it's not good for my health

I been tryina make a difference, whole time I'm feeling different

Told my momma ima make away, ima make it like fade away