Lyrics Spoken Word - Yon Cash

Reminded me of my Fathers whistle
Him and Mom separated when I was two
Probably caused childhood issues
Running out of tissues
From years of tears and fears of failure
These just my train of thoughts I'm not trying derail ya
Can ya, feel it like braille
Grandma ain't been feeling well
We pray through sickness and health
Shit I get sick of it myself
Family ain't working it out
Some how we use to build
Hope for a change like a wishing well
There's a difference between rich and wealth
My skin tougher the leather remember when I use to get hit with belts
Momma lighting spiritual candles I would watch them melt
Ever felt worthless like you ain't have a purpose
Finger nails dirty, I'm barely scratching the surface
No surf and turfs just some leftovers for breakfast
With only five dollars me and Dev would have to stretch it
At five years old I was already stressing
Raised in N.Y. but grew in a state of depression
Some lessons I could never forget
And some shit I never regret

Gotta Live With Regrets, Gotta Live With Regrets

I could forgive, I can't forget tho
Holding on to memories to strong for me to let go
Thinking how grandpa still make Christmas feel special
He's a gift sent straight out of heaven, the children said so
Maybe one day I could be the man he is to the family
Got five younger brothers, my only sister Sammy
Hope y'all can understand me
Don't know what it feels like to pop a Xanny
But if it makes the body numb, than you know where I'm coming from
Uhhh the slums... see it could make or break you
This was made for y'all to relate to
Been dealing with the beaks since grade school
Smelling base coming out of that basement
I was adjacent, looking for friends to play with
Every Friday was watching Jason
Don't get me wrong I'm not complaining
Just explaining how a childhood got tainted
The Son of Substance, get acquainted