| I was nine years old with a dream
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| Just a tiny kid, tryna fit in
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| And in between the times when I’m showing up at school
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| I was with my friends, and I’m acting like a fool
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| I’m dropping by the house, I’m in need of mama’s shelter
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| Dropping by to see if there was anything that I could do to help her
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| Whether that be taking out the trash or trashing up the kitchen
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| It’s never safe to say with all the meals that you were cooking
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| Every Sunday waking up to hot cakes
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| Wait in line, see how much time that takes
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| Feeding five of us kids sitting ring around the table
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| When you were walking ill and barely able
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| And our lunch bags had smiles of their own
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| I brought it into school, if I didn’t leave it home
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| I was on the move when your days were feeling long
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| I was into trouble, you was barely holding on
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| Wouldn’t change, hear me out, listen
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| What I needed, shook my eyes and vision
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| Used to be a time, wishing it was different
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| Found it difficult, had to walk the distance
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| Know you’re gone, miss your kitchen
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| What you used to cook, love fixes
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| Used to be a time, wishing it was different
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| Found it difficult, had to walk the distance
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| I was ten years old on a bike
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| Dreams of going big member what it was like
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| Adrenalin rush, out there looking for a jump
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| I was never good, but I thought I was a champ
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| I often came home with bruises on my knees
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| Never had keys, you were there to let me in
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| Patching me up, fixing supper, taking care
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| Making sure my pain and my troubles disappear
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| Airing out my lungs became a habit every night
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| What I had seen was the things that I would write
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| And despite the fact that it was rarely any good
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| At least I felt like audiences really understood
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| Up in all the mix you had a spiral of your own
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| In and out of hospitals became your second home
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| I was on the move, tryna find where I belong
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| Often found a spot, but I knew that it was wrong
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| Wouldn’t change, hear me out, listen
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| What I needed, shook my eyes and vision
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| Used to be a time, wishing it was different
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| Found it difficult, had to walk the distance
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| Know you’re gone, miss your kitchen
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| What you used to cook, love fixes
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| Used to be a time, wishing it was different
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| Found it difficult, had to walk the distance |