Home Is Where the Art Is

Yo
Uh
Yeah
I been sticking letters in these bottles prayin' that you got ‘em
My message never changed meaning you wasn’t an option
I suppose, mum said that the lovin' was close
For the comfort I know, but still her lovin' it shows
I feel her pain and her panic
A constant rain in the hammock
Tryna keep a flame when it’s manic is tough
It's damaging stuff
But mostly patting all my gradual scuffs
I've been there devaluing cuts and I been bleeding out
Certainly I been screamin' out
Captured as I read this out
Hands tied as I speak aloud
Capsize in my feelings
How do I? Wait
Let go of all this baggage I've collected through the years
Livin' in fear isn't livin' if you’re swimmin’ through the tears
I been backstrokin', crap holdin’, more self-loathin'
My back's broken from stayin' open and stayin’ hopin'
See I cry more time
Askin' the Lord why more time
Why couldn't mum find another guy
Who loved her enough to stick around rather than be scared of commitment
and get her pregnant and just duck out
At times I feel guilty
Imagine how tough it must be to see the guy who you loved every day in the face of your only child
See I look like my dad
I smile like my dad
Sometimes I lie like my dad
See, I'm tall like my dad
Sometimes miss the ball like my dad
But my mum said somethin' that's key
She said son you're a reflection of me
Every time you help someone
Every time you say please or thank you, you're a reflection of me
Every time you stay, every time you pray, you're a reflection of me
Every time you cry, every time you try, you're a reflection of me
Every time you love, every time you love, you're a reflection of me