Ten Toes Down

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[Verse] Growing up, I never thought that it would bother me That I didn't have a father, I figured he'd probably call When he did, he just offered an apology And said he comin' home you didn't have to lie to me I was just thinking hopefully For seven years, man, you never even spoke to me I was nine, what the fuck was I supposed to think? That's probably why I don't let anyone get close to me 'Cause they can up and leave with no answers Fuck a slow dance and fuck romances This cold hard cash, the only thing I hold hands with But you are the reason I believe in my purpose I had to make moves to prove to myself that I deserve this Lookin' in the mirror like ain't nobody perfect But when your own dad don't want you, it's easy to feel worthless All I gotta say is thank God for my momma If it wasn't for that woman, if it wasn't for that Women I'd be caught up in the drama with my stepdad Still wish I knocked his fuckin' head back, man, I swear, this shit gets bad I was 14 on my knees, looking under the sink Picked up a bottle of bleach and nearly took a drink I ain't know what I was doing, I just knew that I was scared I was calling out to God but he ain't never there And ain't nobody care, fuck it, why should I? I should die close my eyes and see my momma cry No, I can't do this to her Around the same time, I started making music for her So please believe me when I say it gets better I know you fed up but you gotta keep your head up They beat you down, don't let 'em And don't you ever settle cause it ain't gon' be like this forever And I don't know if I could of took it much longer than that But God only gave me that 'cause I was stronger than that Yeah, I've always been a soldier, thank my momma for that And you gon' be alright too dog I promise you that But I ain't no reverent and this is no lecture I just know what it's like to be living under pressure Living with depression not knowing which direction to go Man, you just gotta trust your soul I know what it's like to be living in society Everything you try to be is blocked by anxiety Everybody tellin' you this shit is illogical, improbable Fuck 'em, show 'em that it's possible Like who the fuck you talkin' to? Broke through every obstacle Had to do everything that they told us not to do Look you in control of what happens next you In control of your happiness, don't forget
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Credits
- Writers
- Ricky Deaton