Luyện nghe bài hát Mama Was A Junkie

Mama was a junkie, I used to wonder.
Whether she would better of a live or six under.
Late nights go by no sleep, born into a world,
its so deep.
Crack pipes, crack valves, up person.
somedays its bad and otehr days worst.
to never go to sleep in fear, trying to hid the pain.
and front 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 feel my heartbeat,
and everytime she gets frightened, It repeats.
The way a lives and what the junkie gives,
hard times, and problems and stress with own kids,
no in rehibilation, growing up in humilation,
the aroma of base makes me choak. I almost
die of the smoke. Different men, going out,
and coming in and in my eyes I the first
sin, and I was only three, they thought i couldnt,
see. But in my eyes was a junkie.


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


Mama lived the fast life, at 14,
back in days it wasnt crack it was heroin,
Shot it in her to try to ease the pain,
an unplanned was made then I came,
from the wound to witness my mama's doom,
in and my heard, i it that its coming soon.
Of all these nieghborhood critisizm,
her mind was gone, i felt she a exorcism.
booze and the fast times pretty soon,
my mama lost her fucking mind, adc welfare
recieptent, three children, not defadent.
few good times, only and worst from speedballin
her motherfuckin bursts. I wish i coulda I love you
before she left, now my forever haunted with my
mama's death, I asked my self how this happen to
me my mother o.d. 'cause my was a junkie.