Told you girl
I love you…

I shouldn’t pop them pills
You gone have my kids

Who feed my fam
If one day I can’t chill
If one day I can’t breathe

When i fall down from that sleeep

I wake up repeat
Could that be my depression

I should reach out often
And pop anti depressants

Still ain't call my moma
My brotha them really don’t speak

Baby girl sometimes I don’t eat
I wake I repeat