Broken Silence

(yeah, listen up)

Ricky, shut up, you ain't got no real trauma I'm so sick

of all this baby drama

Clean your room, stop hitting everyone,

please You're a grown man,

get off your knees

I'm a grown-up, next year turning twenty I don't need no bedtime,

I got plenty Done with the bullshit,

done with the lies I'm doing me under these dark skies (yeah)

I will be twenty-one in twenty-eight

Going to college, trying to make it straight

I don't need to live with nobody else My sister needs college,

look out for herself King needs to move out,

we gotta survive My mother is sick,

trying to stay alive

I want to marry her,

have a baby soon King will be an uncle,

howling at the moon I care for college,

I don't miss the ride Trying to be a man with nothing

left to hide (ohhh)

No deadbeat mother, no more pain

Just college, my family,

washing in the rain

(doing me,

doing me)