MiKoPan - Ungracious Daughter's

[Intro]
"You need to grow up, you stupid ungraciousl daughters, that you are!."
[Verse]
Fed up, leave my moms alone, y'all toxic clones
You both disowned daughters, hearts made of stones
Ain't wanna be part of her life, that's fine, scram
Done enough damage, it's treachery, a damned sham
[Verse 2]
All the blame casted, man, it's really nothin'
Sure, she got flaws-perfection dodges everyone
Not you two either, trust me, y’all ain't bulletproof
She ain’t done no crime, but you made her pay dues
Pointin' fingers, I did it too, till truth hit my lens
Childhood golden, love abundant, ain't missin' a cent
One of you had it sweet too, same as I had with her
So what’s the beef? Opinions? Yo, what’s the real spur?
[Chorus]
Leave her alone, the pain's been enough
Momma stood tall, life's been tough
Hate for her opinions? Yo, that's fluff
Shame on y’all, time to grow up!
Girl's, u got to mature, elevate, show love not hatred, it's salt
No more drama, stop throwing that ball
[Verse 3]
Blame her for nothin', silly accusations stayin' stuck in,
Yeah, she ain't perfect, who is? Y'all bluffin'.
Both sides flawed, twisted odds, no countin' who sinned,
She ain't commit no crime, y'all became the bad jinn.
Playin' judge and jury, make her pay dues unworthy,
I blamed her too, till I saw what I ain't see, clearly.
[Verse 4]
Sculptin’ problems outta thin air, pure illusion,
She spoke truth, y’all cooks in the kitchen of confusion.
Side-eyein’ her love, stab her back with abandon,
Talkin’ unity but split like Grand Canyon.
Recognize that goodness ain’t a crime to punish,
She gave y’all more than y’all manage to cherish.
[Chorus]
Leave her alone, the pain's been enough
Momma stood tall, life's been tough
Hate for her opinions? Yo, that's fluff
Shame on y’all, time to grow up!
Girl's, u got to mature, elevate, show love not hatred, it's salt
No more drama, stop throwing that ball
[Bridge]
Reflect, protect, connect the dots to humility,
Realize the fights ain't supportin' your facility.
Ashamed should be your ticket,
Hatred a vice, it’s a wicked cricket.
Life ain’t a blame game, wake up,
Tides roll in, time’s up.
[Outro]
"You need to grow up, you stupid ungracious daughters, that you are!."