Verse 1:
I used to know this...this yellow-tone,
That i, i loved to bone,
Quick to sneak up in the crib, cause her mama always gone,
But her pops was always home,
And that, and that’s a shame,
Imagine a father hearing a daughter scream synonymous names.
Real shit,
Reminiscing takes my conscious on a guilt trip,
And how I broke her heart when i fucked her friend on that field trip....
After saying that I loved her,
And that part was true,
But them words was void cause my Dick wanted that new
That new pussy, new feel,
A new girl, another thrill,
I told the boys, a new cheer,
another one, she sheds tears,
And damn she cried bruh,
I mean Inside she fucking died bruh,
Years passed and messages got no replies bruh.
life of a naive teen, living life like a dream, not consulting realities,
of feelings written on the sleeves, of girls thighs i been between,
not recognizing, everything glittering, is not as gold as it seems.
And it's sad to say,
Cause I watched her make life's mistakes,
And now I pray,
That for her today is a new day

(Music Break)

Verse 2:
I know this girl name Tamika
But her friends call her mika,
She’s the baddest round’ town all the niggas tryna’ sweep her,
and she goes through depression but the fam don’t believe,
So she turns to a bottle and picks up a needle,
And that’s not it, I mean the shit gets deeper,
Cause the same nigga that love her is the same nigga that beat her,
And life goes on as the hill gets steeper as addiction grows strong and Tamika gets weaker,
But wait things start to get a lil better and it all started when mika opened up this letter,
It was written by Trevor, a cool-suave fella,
Her high school sweetheart who she aint seen in forever,
Conversations start to past, she blushes, he laughs
And an old school love came back rushing from the past
one day the door opens and she see his smiling face
And for her today was a new day

(Music Break)

Verse 3:
"You aint shit, and probably never gonna be shit,
So get your shit, and get the fuck up out my house i mean it"
His name was Diedrick, the hate from his father wasn't no secret, constant screaming, and proceedings usually resulting in beatings
And black eyes (black eyes)
All because he liked guys
Perplexed is his mind cause he's always being chastised
Dont know why,
like a curse from above,
He light the LL's
cause in the back of his mind,
He knew he need love
He knew he need hugs,
Life became nun but a shrug
And as the days turned to weeks he wanted no part of
see his momma left him when he was
Just two or three,
the sad thing he barely had her memories,
Influenced was he,
Mis-guided as a youngin’ could be,
A clueless soul, cause gender roles,
Wont in his mental scheme
Cause tomorrows not promised today,
He learned this yesterday,
As he sat up in his bed and tears ran up down his face,
Signifying, that relying
On this gun his hurt's replace,
And to give up all this pain,
His taste buds can surely taste,
A lil bit of freedom, and a little hope,
and a little a peace, as there's no way cope,
So he heads to the nightstand,
Pulls out the great book,
Placed it over his heart and the gun he took,
now they found him breathless a smile up on his face,
And for him… today was a new day.