Hook:

I Bring Flowers And Balloons/I hope you get well soon/ Real life this ain't no damn cartoon, let it heal stop scratching at the wound/ Due time, I hope you get this letter, when you read it hope you feel a lil better, sorry y'all I had to leave on a stretcher, my suicide letter.

Verse 1:

Maybe, I am too weak to slice it, too weak to pull it too much on a diet to taste these bullets (2) coward like a kitten walking yellow brick streets/ tear drops in the mouth is a real good treat (4) they're getting sour by the hour as I reflect the past/ i breathe a lil better as I remove this mask (6) Surely not the man that you thought that I was/I'm surely not the child that you thought i was (8) Just a man that's a victim of his circumstances/ wasn't guided by the light so I took some chances (10) No Father figure to show me to how to be the man/ No disrespect to my daddy cause he's my biggest fan (12) So I grew up not really knowing who he is / but I grew a tight bond with a few of his kids (14) Those my brothers from another mother, but it hurts like a mutha mutha (16) I often wonder how it would have been/ if I was raised by my daddy and not another akin (18) grandma did the best she can/ took a young black boy turned him into a man (20) Yup, now I'm grown up and sewn up, but the patches on my holes coming loose, cotton throwing up (22)

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Verse 2

Rag doll that was verbally abused/ I know to you this may come as some news/ imagine me, imagine walking in my shoes/ I was scared and confused/ I was told I wasn't jack like my pappy/ no good cause my hair stayed nappy/ how the Hell Squeak suppose to stay happy/ especially when you talk to him crappy/now I'm dealing with low self esteem/ nightmares won't allow me to dream/everything ain't always what it seems/sometimes gotta use your high beams/ So I wrote this to wrote this to subside the pain/ it keep a nigga from putting a bullet in the brain/ So I wrote this to quote this to subside the pain/ it keeps a sharp blade a good distance from my veins