Mama's Home Video (MV)

Yeah, mom it's days like this that I really miss you
Perfection was the pedestal and love was not an issue
Come home to emptiness, like cold season box of tissues
Feuding over everything I swear we're living for the miscues
I'm sick of the excuses, I'm sick of all the hatred
Everyone else is Superman maybe I might need a patron
But maybe that's too much to ask or maybe I refuse to say that
Life's a game of cruelty but I refuse to play that
I see it as more of a quarter court and there's a chance that we might make it
But if we don't it's like they painting and I'm naked
The bright room consumes me, the critics painting pictures
But they don't see what skin hides, maybe then the picture differs
But how can we shoot for the stars if we're too scared to pull the trigger
So pass me the rock, I'm apt to take my chances
The lump in my throat grows the devil on my shoulder dances
Life's so full of questions so I'm set to get the answers

This camo hat may fool you, these streets have come to raise me
Nowhere else to go eating spaghetti on the daily
We couldn't afford no more, but those grains have come to save me
Saying grace in a hospital room, mama still praying for her babies
Now she's gone, feels like the world has fell to Hades
Blends of anger and confusion like I've contracted rabies
I'm foaming at the mouth, I'm lost in my subconscious
These monsters haunt me, my thoughts have got me nauseous
It turns to Gray and fades away to sandy beaches, get lost in ambience
I close my eyes, I'm lying in a hammock
Snap your fingers in my face, Earth the Dylan must be on a different planet
Sometimes I feel like I am and y'all just don't understand it
So damn it let me escape, even if it's just for the moment
Yeah these words are my life, it's like gold to a poet
It's hope from the holes that I'm needing to fill
They say there's a way, and all we need is the will

And oh how the time has flown, and oh how I'm missing home
And oh how the time has flown, and oh how I've come to grow