Lyrics : Shawn Anderson/Montaze Dwanne Armstrong Sr
Music : Shawn Anderson
I ’m fighting multiple complications
my momma stressed got all the doctors racin
I see a msn in the corner contemplatin
is that my father? Look how dark his face is, wow, a black king  descendent from the lost nations
my mom, the beautiful opposite, almost pure white as a snow angel
I hope I’m not a large burden, I hope your both  able
I hope I’m going home tonight  to sleep inside my cradle
but this cord has got me strangled
I’m unable to unwrap it by myself
I’ m feeling trapped and I need help
then I got, relief
I took a breath, I heard the doctor speak
yellin push, all I see  is blood and yellow puss
and then I felt a feeling  like I telaported
my mom looked at me and said you are my first  born
Now the doctors operatin
my mom looking at me like no not my baby
I’m not inside you no more  but I feel your heart racing
I incubated 9 months that’s time for contemplation
and now you stressed cuz the surgeon couldn’t promise that I’ll make it
still no matter what our bond is sacred
don’t beat yourself up with memories that we didn’t make yet
All these wires on me, there’s 6 other babies in the  ICU  but  I feel cold and lonely
I think a long time has passed u fell asleep on me
if I  wasn’t in this clear bubble  you could hold me closely
and just when I thought I was alone I heard the first 3 words of my life, your going  home