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[Joe
Yo, I don't wanna no more
I hear death knockin' at my front door
I'm livin everyday like a hustle, drug to juggle
day another struggle, yo
I know it's fucked up a lack of cake'll do
A few people move in and stay wit you
You wish you could help 'em all, but you ain't to
the rent's a lil' late plus the cable's due
You and your girlfriend are beefin' in a way
You used to be (NOW) you at a curious stage (for real)
Finally got your mind made on going your ways WAIT
Nah homeboy, her period's late now
time's runnin out do it quickly (WHY?!)
Cause she crying, mood's gettin sticky
If I don't want it she'll want to do wit me
GET THE ABORTION AND I'LL GIVE YOU THE 250!
But if you say to her than you wrong
You ain't think bout you was gettin your groove on
Can't take care of myself nevermind a new
I the pussy got too good for too long
Seems like my money goes by too
Why I hate that my job only bi-weekly
Hoopty done shitted, you spendin money tryin to fix it
Than you did tryin to get it (C'MON!)
Fridge is empty, but I the hunger
Who the fuck keeps callin from this private
There's crime on my and my nails are dirty
The floors are cold in the jails of Jersey
Depression talkin and his voice is raspy
HE AIN'T SHUT THE FUCK UP IN 3 AND A HALF WEEKS!
Look, beard is full, hair is
These jeans mine so they way too baggy
fucked shit startin to gas me
It's like my lil' life slipped right past me (talk to em)
to trap me
His Dwayne SO WHY THE FUCK MY SON KEEP CALLIN' HIM DADDY?!
Same that I feared after all these years
I gotta breathe I can't my ears
Wipin out my eyes I'm damn near in
But you can't be mad, you you ain't been there (nah)
Grab his moms I throw her against the
But in the back of your mind you it ain't her fault (nah)
I ain't mad at all, I'm bothered
I get for real I ain't been the best father like
'R Us, Chuck E Cheese
You a lil' boy grow up wit these needs
New Year's or Christmas, the birthday
At least bring the nigga to his school on the day (OHHHH)
I can't believe it, this the same way I was treated
So it's history repeated
I know it sounds sick the idea of another kid
But one it really feel like it's his (OHHHH)
It's the and I hate that fact
WAIT, of said that I take that back
Look, I apologize let's this whole story like NaS
C4 just erase that (C'MON!)
I care if only the track trust me
FUCK! what say only God can judge me
FUCK! what niggaz heard or think or thought
Tried to fix my shortcomings I just came up
Ya