Inner Turmoil

Broski in the hole so we can't talk on the phone

Mom telling me how she afraid to lose her home

Dave up in the spital it's a bunch going on

I can't make it to Next Friday dawg I feel like Nia Long

Going through a lot like I'm trying to find some parking

Trying to strike a chord hope it don't sound like I'm harping

Turns out they love my two cents shits a bargain

Hop up in the booth and come out different like they Clark Kent

Told y'all what I was and never what I wasn't

Now they say they all relate to me just like we cousins

I don't need my flowers I'm the one that got'em buzzin

Like the ending of a porno dawg I know my time is coming