sometimes i find my body slowin down
i try to tell myself he’s not around
it’s gotten harder with the thoughts now
my mother sells me words i can’t allow

she cut herself up
and I can’t believe how much i blame myself for the violence

i got so much love for my mama
she tried the best she could to hold our hands while trying to keep out the grief by washin down pills with the bottle

sometimes i find my body slowin down
i try to tell myself he’s not around
it’s gotten harder with the thoughts now
my mother sells me words i can’t allow

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