Luyện nghe bài hát Mama Was A Junkie

Mama was a junkie, sometimes I to wonder.
Whether she would of a live 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 days worst.
Used to never go to in fear, trying to hid the pain.
and like i didnt care.
The neighborhood knew just what had to me,
at night they the devil was rappin to me.
But on the streets I could feel my heartbeat,
and everytime she frightened, It quickly repeats.
The way a lives and what the junkie gives,
times, and problems and stress with their own kids,
no in rehibilation, growing up in humilation,
the aroma of base makes me choak. I could
die of the crack smoke. men, going out,
and coming in and in my eyes I 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 some close eyes and try not to
see. But you can still smell the sin as well my
mothers unconscience and in hell.
Now here 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 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 where was the when she was
this, but i know that the police could
give a fuck less. a another basehead,
in the street. But rather pretend they dont see it
they walk the beat, a black cop aint good for shit
but black male and he that my mothers out there
smoking yale, but cops are blind they cant see
because in my eyes was a junkie.


Mama lived the fast life, at 14,
back in those days it crack it was heroin,
Shot it in her viens to try to the pain,
an unplanned pregnancy was made I came,
straight the wound to witness my mama's doom,
in and my heard, i knew it that its soon.
Of all junkism nieghborhood critisizm,
her was gone, i felt she needed a exorcism.
speedballin booze and the fast times soon,
my lost her whole fucking mind, adc welfare
recieptent, children, not enought defadent.
few times, only badtimes and worst from speedballin
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 this to
me my o.d. 'cause my mama was a junkie.