Mama was a junkie, sometimes I to wonder. Whether she would better of a or six feet under. Late nights go by no sleep, born a junkies world, its so deep. Crack pipes, valves, cracked up person. somedays its bad and days much worst. Used to go to sleep in fear, trying to hid the pain. and front i didnt care. The neighborhood knew what had happen to me, at night they said the was rappin to me. But on the I could feel my mothers heartbeat, and she gets frightened, It quickly repeats. The way a junkie lives and the junkie gives, hard times, and problems and with their own kids, no sense in rehibilation, up in humilation, the aroma of base makes me choak. I almost die of the crack smoke. men, going out, and coming in and in my eyes I witnessed the 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 close their and try not to see. But you can still smell the sin just as my mothers and trapped in hell. Now here is on line (line) to the grind(grind) time time(time) on my mind(mind) Im thinking how could this happen to my not me bro, but some nigga in my is slangin kilos. He's got a around the corner fucked up crib, forgive her for all the things she did. Im where was the police when she was buyin this, but i know the police could give a fuck less. about a basehead, in the street. But they rather they dont see it when they walk the beat, a black cop good for shit but black male and he knows my mothers out there smoking yale, but cops are blind they 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, it in her viens 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 knew it its coming soon. Of all these nieghborhood critisizm, her mind was gone, i she needed a exorcism. speedballin booze and the times pretty soon, my mama her whole fucking mind, adc welfare recieptent, three children, not defadent. few good times, badtimes and worst from speedballin her motherfuckin bursts. I wish i coulda I love you she left, now my mind 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.