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a.b.t - p.m.y.s (please my younger self) lyrics

tryna please my younger self
in search for the wealth
i was never given
no pot to p+ss in
except the bucket system
raised up in gang voilence
our mothers suffer in silence
resentment she can’t hide it
resemble daddies finest
suffering the brunt through them hidings
led me to reside in my sh+ll
at school i couldn’t focus so well
cry myself to sleep, tears could fill up a wеll

i’m tryna please my younger sеlf
couldn’t appease the homies
for the only peace was a piece
leave your family in pieces
tryna get a piece
man, i’m tryna find the peace
and piece things together
this life puzzling
hard to keep it together
raised in broken families
where loss isn’t a tragedy
uhh, loss isn’t a…
off to the city of gold
like au
i’m in my element
man of the house
you’re a tenant
yearning for standing ovations
ain’t no one in attendance
got my mother feeling ifhy
wondering what if he
gets lost in the big bad city
a kid from the mother city
got me stressing
what if i don’t make probation
as if i’m not the 1st one go to graduation
they wrote you off
not knowing that your son was writing a new chapter
never judge a book by its cover
had to learn to speak up cause a closed mouth don’t get fed
didn’t have anyone to look up to so i led with the lead
yeah, didn’t have anyone so i led with the lead

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