yeah yeah one more time around hey thank y all for listening once again ha i m a work in progress man i m a work in progress i swear tryna get better i never know when the words is gonna come but they always show up and i m thankful yessir she ran out the house like fuck it i m leaving he ran out after her like fuck is the meaning went through his phone and found texts from all his exes threw it at him like fuck was you thinking way down in his stomach he s getting that sinking feeling he felt 20 years before when his pops sat him down and told him and his mom was divorcing now he s doing the same running through these hoes with no proper decorum not a pretty picture unsettled miser y he would say his pop was a dog now ain t that the pot calling the kettle nigga every player dreams of leaving the game straight walking out the allure of new pussy is cool but when it s over what the fuck you got to talk about such an empty feeling you win or you lose wifey told him it s them or me and baby you better choose hey i saw the clouds today and thought that it was time to say goodbye who loves you more who loves you more who loves you more who loves you more i tried to change my ways and pray that maybe i can save my life who loves you more who loves you more who loves you more  my cousin hit me up and said he had to post bail again cause my brother back in jail again back in that slave ship cause he tried to sell again and all thats going through my mind is how the fuck am i failing him these youngins want all of the spoils but none of the toils got me climbing the walls too good to press olives butll be the first squeaky wheel asking for oil ive been at it for 10 years what the fuck is you on had me frustrated like what the fuck do you want he come to me for answers but i dont know what to tell him part bad parenting part youthful rebellion he wanna buy a dream but i dont know what to sell him shit they say the streets turn niggas into sinners but them jail cells be turning niggas into dinner so they sing in the summer be home by the winter interrogation room be turning niggas into tenors and hes no singer but put him on the block he got that perfect pitch i just want him to understand that you work for this you can win or you lose but its either me or the streets and brother you gotta choose love i saw the clouds today and thought that it was time to say goodbye who loves you more who loves you more who loves you more who loves you more i tried to change my ways and pray that maybe i can save my life who loves you more who loves you more who loves you more loves you more lemme back up off for a little bit new tigallo new tigallo new tigallo yo some get hand picked others get picked on some get a hand up others get disarmed i came from the bottom where the guns got withdrawn all lows no highs man get a stiff arm see me doing records so they think it makes a lot but really i m just trying to make salat like i was raised islam praying that the ends justify the means cause most of my heroes had fucked up lives coked up kids and three or four wives hoes in every city enough side bitches for three or four tribes from marvin to basquiat it comes with a caveat and that s the gospel like three or four choirs gotta room with a microphone and all this time i just sat by the window and looked inside didn t like what i found but you win or you lose make a living or have a life guess that i gotta choose one i saw the clouds today and thought that it was time to say goodbye who loves you more who loves you more who loves you more who loves you more i tried to change my ways and pray that maybe i can save my life who loves you more who loves you more who loves you more loves you more yeah yeah aight real quick real quick real quick check it out real quick yo i got a room and a microphone and a family that i ain t seen in months and i played this record a million times just hoping you would play it once ha break bread with your fellow man show love but look out for your heart and always take care of home because home is where charity starts home is where charity starts home is where charity starts thank god1