Todd’s Story Toosii

[Intro]x2
Man I'm tired of these empty pockets

Lord knows (lord knows)
This was written to a friend (I am my brothers keeper)

[Verse 1]
Why the fuck is you still with that Nigga
He ain't doing you justice
I know we struggling but
Momma say "That ain't up for discussion
Now shut yo mouth and be quite
Ion need you out here hustling
Selling shit for me Todd
Matter a fact go get a job or something"
Empty pockets
Man I'm tired of these empty pockets
But momma don't want me dead
Or she don't want me locked in
So she using the man she with cause she on't got no option Picking and picking momma digging
All this out his pockets so I
Pray for some better days
Close my eyes and see heavy rain tired of
Momma lying telling me that, that man gone change
I don't believe it
If he try you Mama his family grieving
Shit momma I've even been in my room
Bob-in and weaving
Fightin there
Ma I'm scared
I wish that my pops was there
Got wounds up on my back
From when my poppa used to beat me there
But he anit mean it
Why you leave him momma he didn't mean it
Please bring poppa back
What the fuck am I'm not speaking English