[Verse 1: TTY TOM] Mother of a son plus two daughters The father's location unknown yet that would be expected Ain't all these rappers told ya already? Living steady on benefits But I question what's the benefit when still I remain in debt That acts as the true enemy in disguise Laughing at my demise I cry, look into the same eyes I Used to find before the sun rise at 6am It's standard I look up but when outside Sometimes I look down with pain again It's clear that I'm hurting and struggling No need for a metaphor When I'm poor I'll just say that I am poor Broke, choking with exhaustion Middle-cla** women wouldn't like a portion And the high-cla** would sit on their a** Drive past in their Porsche and Cover their mouths that have been filled While my first soul grow in the cold, looking for something other than time to k** Bless his heart for being dedicated Thank God He ain't a chip off the old block where we've been staying What about my girls? What about them? They working hard and the one carrying the same last name don't give a f** about them Dead or alive? What does it matter? I've had to tell my children not to be even half bad [Bridge] And yes it's sad, maybe hard to relate to Even if you sing about me, I'll be not screaming a 'Thank you' Cos the past is past What can you change about that? Even if you think about me, I'll see no changes in what have you What have you got to turn my world round all of that? Even if you dream about me, I'll be in reality without a single stack just to keep this flat After this and that, my boy still don't like your raps If you make it big, just tell him that he ought to watch his back [Hook] Promise that you will sing about me [x4] [Outro] Promise that you will sing about me Promise that you will sing about me When the sunlight falls, and the moon rises Never think you're alone The light is always there to guide you home