Stream Of Thought 11 (Gibberish)

When I hold a mic is when I feel free
When I hear a beat is when I feel me
Nobody knows the curse in this gift.
Self esteem trying to still drown me

Sarah's child I came when the shit was old
How you expect me to lose myself when I am not bold
Loneliness I hear comes with the cold
Oh you don't know well that's old

Am single still spinning jogging tracks
Like the Olympics
These girls dressing dark like these pole bitches
Am a sailor sailing seas but the cheap suits don't impress me
I was drowning in penury till God saved me

A mama boy shoot to kill like a cowboy
Sex was the motive love be the outcome
A baby screams as the nurses smile
No one knows the confusion a dad feels