It feels good putting money in your mailbox I ain't guilty cause, even though I sell rocks I needed money of my own so I started slanging I hung around with the Thugs, and even though they sold drugs They say I'm wrong and I'm heartless, but all along He passed away and I didn't cry, cause my anger No love from my daddy cause the coward wasn't there Mama catch me, put a whooping to my backsideįor a woman it ain't easy trying to raise a manĪ poor single mother on welfare, tell me how ya did itīut the plan is to show you that I understand I reminisce on the stress I caused, it was hellĪnd running from the police, that's right
Over the years we was poorer than the other little kidsĪnd even though we had different daddy's, the same drama With the big boys, breaking all the rules Suspended from school, and scared to go home, I was a fool Though back at the time, I never thought I'd see her faceĪin't a woman alive that could take my mama's place Seventeen years old kicked out on the streets
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