Two speakers trade verses about childhood trauma, addiction, and how fame warps identity. One apologizes for disrupting their community's peace; the other pleads for healing. Throughout, they insist on staying true to themselves no matter what.
Perhaps I was addicted to the dark side. Somewhere inside my childhood, witnessed my heart die. And even though we both came from the same places, the money and the fame made us all change places. How could it be? Through the misery that came to pass, the hard times make a true friend afraid to ask for currency. But you can run to me when you need, and I never leave. Honestly, someone to believe in, as you can see. It's a small thing to a true— what could I do? Real homies help you get through. And coming new, he'd do the same thing if he could. 'Cause in the hood, true homies make you feel good. And half the times we be acting up, all the time. I'm sorry. Bringing a cease to the peace that was on my block. It never stops. When my mama asks me, will I change? I tell her yeah, but it's clear I'll always be the same until the end of time.
These broken wings, I need your hands to come and heal me once again.
I said it ain't the time.
Till the end of time. Till the end of time.
I was literally kicked off a Southwest flight before for being disrespectful.
