Guess Mama said I had all the time

To go and chase my dreams

But does she know that all her dreams aren’t mine

Of who I want to be

And when your baby’s crying

Cause her life keeps dying

And she’s far too low

The only way to thrive

Is to find that rhyme

But she already knows

She’s out of time

Dear mama

I’m writing you this letter just to let you know I’m still here

After being called no fame and all fear

After being in hell only for one year

After being called gifted. Mama, you still here?

I know might it be confusing rapping in past tense

Why your daughter don’t like you it don’t make no sense

I wanna let you know ain’t nothin about you

It’s the fucking manipulator that you’re right next to

I hope you can remember

All the moments on vacation

When I’ve taken all those photos

So I know we didn’t fake it

Always thought that we were too pious to have fun

But now I know it’s not your vote that counts

Cause there’s only one

Tell me the story again how did you meet

Big gate, red pants, group of girls you were so sweet

And you always wanted to a family

Tell me is it hurting that you gotta hear all of this from me

Now I’m on my way making a way for college

But he’s saying don’t be stupid

get the knowledge

I never knew that chasing dreams was a crime

Mama I wish I could tell you all this but now we’re both out of time

Guess Mama said I had all the time

To go and chase my dreams

But does she know that all her dreams aren’t mine

Of who I want to be

And when your baby’s crying

Cause her life keeps dying

And she’s far too low

The only way to thrive

Is to find that rhyme

But she already knows

She’s out of time

You may not agree with what I gotta say

That’s fine I don’t believe in optimism anyway

Just know at the end of the day

I will always love you Mama

Love,

.J.