Luyện nghe bài hát Mama Was A Junkie

Mama was a junkie, I used to wonder.
Whether she better of a live or six feet under.
Late nights go by no sleep, into a junkies world,
its so deep.
Crack pipes, crack valves, up person.
somedays its bad and days much worst.
Used to never go to in fear, trying to hid the pain.
and like i didnt care.
The neighborhood just what had happen to me,
at they said the devil was rappin to me.
But on the streets I could my mothers heartbeat,
and she gets frightened, It quickly repeats.
The way a junkie and what the junkie gives,
hard times, and problems and stress with own kids,
no in rehibilation, growing up in humilation,
the aroma of makes me choak. I could almost
die of the crack smoke. men, going out,
and in and in my eyes I witnessed the first
sin, and I was only three, they thought i couldnt,
see. But in my Momma was a junkie.


J-U-N-K-I-E to me some their eyes and try not to
see. But you can still smell the sin as well my
mothers unconscience and in hell.
Now life is on line (line)
to the grind(grind)
time time(time)
on my mind(mind)
Im thinking how could happen to my mother not me bro,
but some in my hood is slangin kilos.
He's got a spot the corner fucked up crib,
lord forgive her for all the she did.
Im thinking where was the police she was
this, but i know that the police could
give a fuck less. about a basehead,
in the street. But they rather they dont see it
when walk the beat, a black cop aint good for shit
but male and he knows that my mothers out there
smoking yale, but black cops are blind cant see
because in my momma was a junkie.


Mama lived the life, pregnant at 14,
back in those days it wasnt it was heroin,
it in her viens to try to ease the pain,
an pregnancy was made then I came,
straight from the wound to my mama's doom,
in and my heard, i knew it that its soon.
Of all junkism nieghborhood critisizm,
her mind was gone, i felt she a exorcism.
speedballin and the fast times pretty soon,
my mama her whole fucking mind, adc welfare
recieptent, children, not enought defadent.
few good times, only badtimes and worst from
her bursts. I wish i coulda said I love you
before she left, now my mind forever with my
mama's death, I asked my self how could happen to
me my mother o.d. 'cause my was a junkie.