[Intro]
BLACK SMITH: You OK, though?
MOTHER: I'm catchin' up with ya...
BLACK SMITH: Yeah.
MOTHER: I'm catchin' up with ya. Oh... you got...? Here, catch up with Madie...
BLACK SMITH: What was that?
MOTHER: Catch up with Madie! I'm catchin' up with her.
BLACK SMITH: Oh, Madie? Oh! Did she call you?
MOTHER: Well...we catchin' up with each other.
BLACK SMITH: Well, that's good! Anybody else been comin' by to see you?
MOTHER: Nobody's been by.
BLACK SMITH: Nobody??
MOTHER: Yeah, nobody's been by.
BLACK SMITH: No? Well, I'm sure some of the family's been through here, right?
MOTHER: Huh?
BLACK SMITH: I'm sure some of the family's been through here, right?
MOTHER: Yeah, they'll come by...
BLACK SMITH: Well, that's good! ...No one else from Ardmore, I guess?
MOTHER: No...
BLACK SMITH: Nobody from Ardmore...?
MOTHER: Yeah, nobody else has been by.
BLACK SMITH: Well...that's OK. I'm here.
MOTHER: Huh?
BLACK SMITH: I'm here!
MOTHER: Yeah, you here.
BLACK SMITH: I'll always be here.
MOTHER: Thank you...


[Verse - Black Smith]
"I'll always be here" ---yeah, that’s what I told her
And I meant every word as I was stirrin’ her Folger’s
See, it’s a whole different world when that chip on your shoulder
Becomes a whole different giant iceberg of a hurdle
Truthfully a few years I lost control of my rudder
Been stuck amidst a sea of fake faces and lovers
Only person who really cares about me is my mother
And all I’ve done is fuck around and watch Fate do a number
Now the calls from you (that) a teenaged me would ignore
Now reversed with such speed, I’m tryna outrace the Lord
‘Cause the pain you go through will eventually lead to the door
Your neuropathy, my insomnia---a two-edged sword
As the clock ticks counter to the ill will we got past
I’m selfishly complainin’ ‘bout the migraine I still had
And the first thing you did out of surgery was ask
If my head felt better, now I’m feelin’ like an ass
But, pain is the priority----scale rated an 8
Quite the totem for these 10s that I’m tryna chase
That’ll make ya shake worse than a 9 in ya face
Now I pray my own future don’t suffer the same fate
They say kharma’s a bitch, mood swings in the Circle
Of Life, so mine’ll eventually ride out in a hearse, so
I’mma try to make my headstone that one in the corner
The foundation of remembrance---only deservin’
Now to the woman who gave up her own life for another
You raised a better man than any absentee father
I’m sorry that over the years I gave you such trouble
Hope that for what you put up with, God extends yours a couple
No lie, some nights I’ve screamed my head off at the sky
Tryna search for an answer, an explanation for why
You ended up in the condition in which you currently lie
Former nurse who made the sickest beds a little less trite
I wish the check Reality wrote me would’ve bounced instead
Or reimbursed for the monsters that still live in my head
But the company was needed, I suppose that’s the best
A nigga like me could do without a great deal of bread
Only a matter of time until your Fountains abode
Transforms into a mansion where the rivers’a flow
I hope the Dude upstairs makes good and promotes
Your guardian angels to watch me while I’m down here alone
(I mean) A throne just don’t mean much if the queen is a ho
Hope the advice you drilled in me ain’t somewhere remote
That the captain inside who dreamed of flyin’ boats
Still reaches that goal and lets his own heart float
And as your own memory fades, I’ve figured the way
To keep yours in others minds is for me to live out the days
I have left as if you still lived only miles away
And make a mark on people’s lives that’ll never erase
Said you beginnin’ to lose the hearing in your left ear
And here I am, wallowing safely in all my fears
Pride tryna convince me that I’m fakin’ my tears
But no amount of strain could make me demolish those years
All those sleepless nights, all that heated strife
Lookin’ back, every argument just seem trife
Overheard your sighs of pain: "Oh what a life"
But I gotta make you proud; only reason I ain’t take mine…


[Outro]
BLACK SMITH: I love you, Mom.
MOTHER: Huh?
BLACK SMITH: I love you!
MOTHER: I love you too, baby.
BLACK SMITH: Gah... You'll be OK... You all right?
MOTHER: ...Yeah...
BLACK SMITH: I love you.
MOTHER: I love you too.
BLACK SMITH: It's OK...