Growing Pains from DAD by Landon Wordswell (Prod. Shag)

"Growing Pains"

Light the marijuana
Yup - he's a goner
Seeking decent karma
This Cold heart is getting warmer//
They used to hate it, homie
But now they help us
Probably because I finally lived & learned to grow the hell up//
I'm a fella with perpellers hella overdeveloped
So don't tell me skies the limit when I see em fly within it//
You can't be your own God - well, unless you 5 percent it
Then it's Telling me what sin is - I'm a cynic til I'm finished//
Spend the spinach when it's ripe as hell
See, I write for living so now my life's for sell//
Yo My life's fast
Because I never really think before I write raps
Then I get home & got hell to pay - poppin' price tags//
My demons on the register - satin's up for management
& everyone I've double crossed on faces of the manikins//
Baby moms seeming like she probably want a man again
I keep her in my thoughts,
In my prayers, but it's damaging//
My emotions died & I buried my feelings
So my main problem now is I'm not very forgiving
Plus anger was the only thing that guided my pride
What I could decide wasn't obvious with options applied//
I tried to derive the questions that resided inside
Like why I only seemed to call to GOD when I cry//
My ex said to quit my job and spit a song
So Then I hopped on tour, but I did her wrong//
I never wanted her to raise our kid alone
& Another man Raising my son Cuz we can't get along//
That shit would hurt more than you think
So I tell myself I should have thought - more than I drink//
I brought them whores to the brink
I'm being real as I can
No disrespect To all my feminine fans//
Stay out shallow waters
There's talent in that ocean
Swimming in women only keeps you
Drowning in emotion
Add the bells and whistles
Drop the shells and pistols
Man, it's time to come home
Can't you tell they miss you?//
I'm looking at you like "why would you not"?
Especially when we didn't know our biological pops//
I'd do anything to come home
Crawl walk or run home
If I did a little sentence - I'd never let it run on//
With enough grammar to
Save face for the cameras
Stamina's got me lapping the pack and passing parameters//
My whole modus operandi is to
Father mines
Tried to rhyme not for dollar signs but for bottom lines//
26 years - still don't know who I am
But the older that I get I'm sticking closing to fam//
Getting closer to fans stitching these quotes with hands
Like I'm supposed to
But hold up hold us, the culture, the clan
To a standard & oath
Where demands and commandments go hand to hand & elope
While taking chances with hope
My little man getting old
So now my plan can unfold
I never tamper with those
This Just a sample of growth
Kamari

• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Jazz Hop
• Landon Wordswell
• Shag
• Soulful Hip Hop
• chill hop
• underground hip hop
• Tampa