But I got up to end the round.
My cries were a warning.
Not even you could understand.
But I grew up and learned language and made it my friend.
To your end.
You ain’t no Mother of mine now.
You know.
How I roll.
But I got up to end the round.
My cries were a warning.
Not even you could understand.
But I grew up and learned language and made it my friend.
To your end.
You ain’t no Mother of mine now.
You know.
How I roll.
