Mama was a junkie, I used to wonder. Whether she would better of a or six feet under. Late nights go by no sleep, born into a world, its so deep. Crack pipes, valves, cracked up person. somedays its bad and otehr much worst. Used to never go to sleep in fear, to hid the pain. and front i didnt care. The neighborhood just what had happen to me, at night they said the was rappin to me. But on the I could feel my mothers heartbeat, and everytime she gets frightened, It repeats. The way a lives and what the junkie gives, hard times, and and stress with their own kids, no sense in rehibilation, up in humilation, the aroma of base me choak. I could almost die of the crack smoke. men, going out, and coming in and in my eyes I witnessed the peoples sin, and I was three, they thought i couldnt, see. But in my eyes 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 just as my unconscience and trapped in hell. Now here life is on (line) to the grind(grind) time time(time) on my mind(mind) Im thinking how could this to my mother not me bro, but some nigga in my hood is kilos. He's got a around the corner fucked up crib, lord forgive her for all the she did. Im where was the police when she was buyin this, but i know that the police give a less. about a another basehead, in the street. But they pretend they dont see it when they walk the beat, a black cop aint for shit but male and he knows that my mothers out there yale, but black cops are blind they cant see because in my 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 pregnancy was made I came, straight from the wound to witness my doom, in and my heard, i it that its coming soon. Of all these junkism critisizm, her mind was gone, i felt she a exorcism. speedballin booze and the times pretty soon, my mama lost her whole mind, adc welfare recieptent, children, not enought defadent. few good times, only badtimes and from speedballin her motherfuckin bursts. I wish i coulda I love you before she left, now my mind forever haunted my mama's death, I asked my self how could happen to me my mother o.d. 'cause my was a junkie.