i see her sittin' there, hands busy gripping hair..
dripping tears, as she gets busy with equipping spares..
i whisper prayers, ask God to welcome me with open fists..
and i hope the shit, gives my mother the strength to cope with this..
alcohol and coke was mixed...relationship, i never wanted that..
all of a sudden she's racing for my life, untill she got a flat..
i want it back, now that i see her pain outweighs my fear of death..
for years the best, memories i had came from beers and sex..
but my sphere was blessed, i was just too angry to accept it..
felt neglected..now I'm layin in the back, dyin and neck stiff..
cardiac arrest...shit...she gives up and comforts me in the back seat..
i blast demons untill i greet streets where our tension and slack meet
then our pasts meet, they shake hands and say let's put our problems behind us..
my minds stuck, but i muster up a smile just to remind love where to find us..