Song Description
A concept song written from the perspective of a unborn infant in his mothers stomach during a rough pregnany.
| Song Length |
4:12 |
Genre |
Rap - Hip Hop |
Lyrics
Letters from the womb
Dear mom why daddy ain?t return yet I know it got your nerves vexed he?s serving his bid you home supporting the kids and I know you wasn?t ready for it suffering under heavy torment plus the fact I got you sick every morning when you wake and you hate to fall asleep especially cause you know that pops be to far to reach the life we stuck in wild it be so much easier if I wasn?t around ma wouldn?t have it no other way she love her child with all her heart taking charge for pops waiting patient at the barber shop for big sis and older brother I know you stressed I can?t wait to hold each other when pops get out he gone stop fucking with these butter and we can be a family month 4 I star panicking dealing with insanity but for now I?m sending my warm hugs I love you both sincerely signed your unborn son
Sending letters from the womb read them if you choose stressed inside ma?s stomach isn?t it too soon some times I want out the others I think I?m doomed what am I to do but send these letters from the womb(repeat)
For the last nine months I been tied up screaming my yells be soft pounding on her belly?s wall pops confined to jail and I?m stuck in the wombs prison I couldn?t understand why daddy refused to come get us body still unfinished it?s like I?m being punished but all I needs some legs so I can run up out this stomach arguing has you hot you on the payphone there?s just no bargaining with pops I know you way blown still that comradery you got be startling the block holding it together when you hardly even talk honestly I doubt I will feel so claustrophobic on the outside so I think it?s bout time cause we been through enough pops complain he hate pen food god this life is rough what did I get into drugs and battered kinfolk so ma?s loves essential but when dad gone come reply a.s.a.p signed your unborn son
Sending letters from the womb read them if you choose stressed inside ma?s stomach isn?t it too soon some times I want out the others I think I?m doomed what am I to do but send these letters from the womb(repeat)
An eruption yo, what?s the ruckus why you push me cause truth be told I ain?t trying to come up out this pussy I?m so scared and I don?t even know there my hair is barely stubbled I can fell the cold air wait a second you didn?t consult me I know you my mam but damn you getting real ballsey and you salty in here cussing like a sailor an hour ago you was getting dusted to the Wailers plus I tell you I?m late as hell so I?m already disgusted by my failures pops telling you exhale but I clench to you shook being choked by my imbelical cord looks like I?m gone deal with this world and I hear a lot already from jail bars to scuffles I?ll protect you all when I develop some muscle so I?m headed toward that light barely exceeding this tunnel coming out serenity into this concrete jungle where these mongrels will try to dethrown me this prince solely hope that in my lifetime I won?t be lonely homey get your fingers off my temple and tell the nurse to bring me a pencil for my mental cause you only born and die once so I got a lot of shit to jot down about the last nine months hey ma hi pops
Sending letters from the womb read them if you choose stressed inside ma?s stomach isn?t it too soon some times I want out the others I think I?m doomed what am I to do but send these letters from the womb(repeat)