his tears came way before any words

your ears are too small for some things

I think that the only thing keeping my grandma and ol' man Coles apart is their skin color

the kind of mud that pulls your shoes off

Everybody got a past but the kind of past my grandma and Red got ain't the kind they like to talk about

If food or music ain't helping none then you know something must be really wrong

Her music drawer looked like a rainbow

There's more to me than these earrings and blonde hair. I got dreams too.

I always been just me so I always been somebody