Raise it up against the wind
You can really feel the chaos in the crib, get it how you live
Gotta take it, gotta give, face it down a man
It's too late to make amends (make amends)
My patience razor thin, my baby fighting for his first breath
The sky is painted red
My momma say she sit down, try and hold my achy head, but these days is sick
Whole world in my hand, I need an assist
I needed to dish it, needed to pick which way everything was-