I don't know my mama going through this trauma filled up with drama raised by my papa I'm just a teen rated sixteen bypassed fifteen going to eighteen I always prayed hoped to see mama well my dreams are played broken down by kama rest in shore peace i create all my dreams trapped by this beams, well it's not wat it seems, just love all the creams, broken down by cheese mixed with some peas, well that's not the point, feels like i can point, let's head to the point, hope u can point,