time stops 4 no man let who u r take course. povertys pounding wit force. her wba dreams wita alcoholic mom and no pops she practice hard stayed on the court on her way to the top meant people of all sorts. said a husband and kids ain't me i feel free in my sneakers jersey and shorts. a career smiling when the love wasn't ever compared to her mother's who died loving a bottle an empty heart may be too much to swallow. times stops 4 no man let who u really r take course povertys pounding wit force. my man said since his moms a fein fuck his dreams he robbing everything his hearts empty ain't no more tears talking about temp me life just a women gone like loving the lady before the pipe just his mom present in a cold. dark crib who used to ashamed to have friends like doeslave this how we live