Sorry Zion I

Sometimes it's hard to say I'm sorry yo

Yo, eh, my raps written in a whirlwind, so if my tail spin
Just point at me and ill begin where the twirl ends
Its difficult to open up, wounds that never shut
And watch it bleed while these rap critics eat it up
But such is destiny, a limit of choice
I'm the coppertone chiller, with the little kid voice
Used to never talk, thoughts too deep, they're philosophical
To drop interpretations, quite logical
Systematic pressure, I ingest and write my letters
The misery, visibly, breaking me, physically
I walk around half-smiles, hiding pain deep, knowing that I ain't feelin
Right and it's hard to sleep/ subconsciously worry about my mom and poppa
She want another life where she marry her a doctor
And after all these years it's just tears
She wanted something more, but it's hard to shift the gears
Pops stressin out, didn't know he did nuttin wrong
Apologetic, say your sorry but the hurt has been done
Same old song, but I don't understand the melody
Treated like a criminal, third strike felony
Its hard as fuck when you see your pop cry
Lookin deep into my face never blinkin an eye
Say your sorry

[Chrous]
Sorry, didn't mean to hurt nobody
Sorry, never knew I was hurtin you
I'm sorry