I was inspired by the recent influx of fathers in the black community taking care of their kids, something I didn’t have. And thinking about parental issues, I’m just talking shit and having fun with it.

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Fathers loving their sons mama 
Turn tail run
You had big big big dreams mama 
Can’t hurt what you cant see
Don’t hurt dreams that you conceived 
Don’t put no pressure on me mama
Pray only on my knees
Got the universe stuck on a scene 
Like interstellar on the silver screen
Hans Zimmer with no piano keys 
I don’t Got it on but do not rescue me 

I got a drunk smile but don’t capture me 
For the silk shirts if you catch my breeze 
We don’t talk much, no I’m not free
I guess that is all on me?
I get that you didn’t respect me
The fuck (bitxh) 
but does that gotta do with- nah
i left you with a house to clean 
Im sorry can’t explain things 
How you think i felt over seas 
Sending 5k a month fuck off me
Phone bill had me fucked up the fuck you think 
But i don’t regret the leave 
I did twice before but don’t make it three

Fathers loving their sons momma 
got big big big dreams ma
And my glasses can’t catch the breeze 
You told me to be myself wanna 
See the truth but not capture me 
You know you couldnt handle me 
I know you couldn’t handle three
I got a handful if you catch my breeze 
Got on it me but don’t rescue me 
I know 
I-i-i know

Big Dreams (I know)

nadir