Trust Issuez Video (MV)

Talk to me
I beg of you
I know little bit of what you're going through
I know you're going through a lot of lady changes
I'm a need you to improve upon your attitude
My attitude her attitude she's the parent why don't she improve
Cuz Life don't come with instructions finez
And most the time
When pain in mind
Its difficult to lift like bench declines
Why is she lie
She had me in belief of Santa Claus almost all my life
Had me in my feelings since I was nine
Because some the time people find it
Easier just to lie
Instead of tell the truth and justify
Instead of looking into their timeline and down the line and down that line
Down that line how about mine
I want to do something she won't let me do
I feel like crying she has me in a cage
Like I can't move trust issues
I don't want to trust you
I've already tried
All the truth you told me
Now you say is lies trust issues
Mommy I love you to the moon and back
I'm tired of arguing
Let's get on track
Let's stop all the screaming all the fourth and back
Everything I say is with a quick react
And my reactions to come right back
Running out of patience and that's my lack
Parenting A mirror reflects right back
Levitating coming up it's in my path
I know that's a fact
Never forget mommy always got your back
Abundance in patience it takes massive practice
Master your power control your reaction
One thing mommy doesn't do is show neglect
Look how your attitudes both reflect
Is there anything else you want to get off your chest
I wake up early morning to avoid the babies
Listen to music is soothes me greatly
Going on Instagram the world is hating
Like their comments avoid their pages
Book of faces it gets me sad no one likes me
I don't know my dad
Used to beat mom to face a smash
Back in jail I got things to ask
Like why you hit her what made you mad
Have anything to do with smoking crack
What do you think she wouldn't tell me that
She told me everything about the past
About the time you chased her in the Holyoke Mall
Flower pot fists and all
Stars under tables cabinet falls
Baby mamas Newport stalls
Constant drama I'm the seventh kid
She didn't leave out any of the dirt you did
Next room over and the baby crib seriously
I can't believe this shit