Mufasa

They're saying I should write bout something else
All I think about's my mother and myself
I got my brother, couple lovers, and my health
But I still see my papa on the shelf, check
I can't write
I've been scribbling for weeks
I need my mother, always listen when she speaks
Breath, I feel at ease, words whistling my cheeks
But I'm still feeling different in belief, I needed peace
Honestly I just needed sleep
I needed love, I need a hug so I can feel it deep
And keep it sweet 'tween the sheets seeing evil beasts
Who beating for keeps seeing e's and knees
Cos it's the struggle, I juggle
Being a friend and father
To my little lion a king hakuna matata
Mufasa
Hearts attacking the new master
He's white dad's blacker than Afrika Bambaataa
Who's darker?
Me or the rude sparker?
The laugh that's leaving the noon faster
The doom that's been filling my room will soon dance all
For mars Imma give him the stars and the moon after

So I stopped the drinking
'Cos I couldn't feel what I was thinking
Searching for a situation saying I was sinking
Delinquent
Ready for the remedies to rinse in
Instead I found it heavily addicting and then since
Papa puff
Black papa was on some other stuff
Running rough, ducking lovers cutting my mother's bluff
But then I bell him and he's telling me he's cutting up
Turning something to nothing and nothing into crumbled dust
So what the fuck is up? Living like I'm older
Chip up on my shoulder I would fidget 'fore I fold
I needed closure
A day to stay away and gain composure
Resent this bigger fella hold me closer he told us
That everything was gonna be alright
You and your mother you're with me alright
He said please, know where to be, we can sleep all night
When it's time open your eyes I'mma ease that mind he said
Everything's gonna be alright
You and your mother you're with me alright
He said please, know where to be, we can sleep all night
When it's time open your eyes I'mma ease that mind
They're saying I should write my something else
All I think about's my mother and myself
I got my brother cupping lovers at my health
But I still see my papa on the shelf, check