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 go by no sleep, born into a junkies world,
its so deep.
Crack pipes, crack valves, up person.
its bad and otehr days much worst.
Used to never go to in fear, trying to hid the pain.
and front like i care.
The neighborhood knew just had happen to me,
at night they said the devil was to me.
But on the I could feel my mothers heartbeat,
and everytime she frightened, It quickly 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 makes me choak. I almost
die of the crack smoke. men, going out,
and in and in my eyes I witnessed the first
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 close their eyes and try not to
see. But you can still smell the sin just as my
mothers unconscience and in hell.
Now life is on line (line)
to the grind(grind)
time time(time)
on my mind(mind)
Im how could this happen to my mother not me bro,
but some in my hood is slangin kilos.
He's got a around the corner fucked up crib,
forgive her for all the things she did.
Im thinking was the police when she was
buyin this, but i that the police could
give a fuck less. about a basehead,
in the street. But they pretend they dont see it
when they walk the beat, a black cop good for shit
but black male and he knows that my mothers out
smoking yale, but 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,
it in her viens to try to ease the pain,
an unplanned was made then I came,
straight from the to witness my mama's doom,
in and my heard, i knew it that its soon.
Of all these junkism critisizm,
her mind was gone, i felt she a exorcism.
speedballin and the fast times pretty soon,
my mama lost her whole mind, adc welfare
recieptent, children, not enought defadent.
few times, only badtimes and worst from speedballin
her motherfuckin bursts. I i coulda said I love you
before she left, now my mind haunted with my
death, I asked my self how could this happen to
me my o.d. 'cause my mama was a junkie.