Locksmith - Bare With Me lyrics

They say as long as you don’t
Ask for more than your share
The world will never give you
More than you can bare bare with me

The butt of every joke whenever
Folks would play foul
Life is a bitter tool of
Ridicule that they plow
Enough to make the even great bow
How else can you explain the same how
When happen to Junior say how
Conversations with my pops
Crying as hes packing my mother’s
Clothes in a box is hard to watch
Just seeing what type of state hes in
And then it dawned on me
Like what if he wants to date again
And if it does can I accept it
If it he chooses to
Would my mother be disrespected
Nobody knows what it’s like
To become a widower
To lose the one you love and move on
Does that belittle her
Try to reconsider what litters
A person’s soul for years I had a problem
With reaching for certain goals
What did Satan say to Eve just
God and the Serpent knows
From the day I hit the stage
And till the final curtain close

I used to wanna be rich and
Wife a chick thats gorgeous
Now I just wanna help my
Father pay as mortgage
Now I just wanna see my brother finish school
And make sure my nieces and nephews
Are there to see him through
I’m seeing through, what you perceive is true
Plus you thought me growing up was
More important than being cool
But, you would tease him too
Being cruel was a topic
They told me I wasn’t black
And said I was adopted
Adopted a scholars swag
Protected me from what they had
Instore but it hit my core
Confided within my dad
I compensated to compensate for my melonin
I lack there of scared of
The inner hell in him
But what’s propelling him to
Making nigga eyes weld
I never thought I’d see the day
My father needed my help
Guess we all gotta grow
Until the day I touch the grave
And that final curtain close

I’m feeling like getting high
To forget about life
Nigga need something just to feel alright
Alright, alright
Let me float away, just another day
We’re looking to wipe the shame
Is something to numb the pain

SO please, don’t get this shit misconstrude
Or be subdude
Let the motherfcking record show
The question ain’t why we get high
But whys a nigga low