sometimes I used to wonder.
Whether she would better of
a live or six feet under.
Late nights go by no sleep,
born into a junkies world,
Crack pipes, crack valves,
Used to never go to sleep in fear,
And front like i didnt care.
The neighborhood knew just
At night they said the devil
But on the streets I could feel
And everytime she gets frightened,
The way a junkie lives and
and problems and stress with their own kids,
No sense in rehibilation, growing
Die of the crack smoke. Different men,
And coming in and in my eyes
Peoples sin, and I was only three,
See. But in my eyes Momma was
J- U- N- K- I- E to me some close
their eyes and try not to
See. But you can still smell the
Mothers unconscience and trapped
Now here life is on line (line)
Stuck to the grind(grind)
Im thinking how could this happen
But some nigga in my hood
the corner fucked up crib,
Lord forgive her for all the things she did.
Buyin this, but i know that the police could
Give a fuck less. about a another basehead,
In the street. But they rather
a black cop aint good for shit
But black male and he knows that
but black cops are blind they cant see
Because in my eyes momma was a junkie.
Mama lived the fast life, pregnant at 14,
Back in those days it wasnt
Shot it in her viens to try to ease the pain,
An unplanned pregnancy was
Straight from the wound to
i knew it that its coming soon.
Of all these junkism nieghborhood critisizm,
i felt she needed a exorcism.
Speedballin booze and the
My mama lost her whole fucking mind,
Recieptent, three children,
only badtimes and worst from speedballin
Her motherfuckin bursts. I wish
now my mind forever haunted with my
I asked my self how could this happen to