weak in dublin Video (MV)

I done spent two weeks on the Emerald Isle
Seeing the same shit as
My brother Oscar Wilde
Doing what I can
Running from denial
I crossed the Liffey more than I can count
Made mistakes more than I can count
Made some friends too that's my cousinem
Thinking bout Brokeland back home
That's my ride or die
But dying seem sooner than later
For them I want something greater
It gone come as a shock
Like that shot from that stick that you clutch so much
In yo time of need what was there for ya
That gun, those clothes, or them hoes
I'm thinking bout my first rose
Getting air time to the casket
My smile, I won't try to mask it
If you seen me in that club, no you didn't
That nasty 2 step
Was your forced perspective

Trust I been most reflective
The mirror lies
More often that not

Getting ready to rest
Does my peace of god mean my peace with death
When He plucking that rose
Do he love me do he love me not
No matter the answer
Send my brother Alex
A bottle of JAMES and
Let these scars on my face
Be the promise
I tried my best
Sorry to report
With love

.flac
Aka
Miguel