Had a lot of crooks try to steal my heart
Sneaking through my windows
Breaking in my cars
Smoking all indo (weed)
tearing me apart
Pills on the counter
don’t want to feel the scars
Because they hurt real bad
Like waiting for your dad
But he never show,
so now ya momma mad
And you just want to see em
Got ya your own swag,
but you wan to be him
Another unarmed robber
Tricking me with charm
Let you passed the gates
because you swore you’d do no harm
But now I’m on the cement
Lying here bleeding
All because I can’t tell an angel from demon