Luyện nghe bài hát Mama Was A Junkie

Mama was a junkie, sometimes I to wonder.
she would better 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 sleep in fear, to hid the pain.
and like i didnt 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 gets frightened, It repeats.
The way a junkie lives and what the gives,
hard times, and problems and 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. Different men, out,
and coming in and in my I witnessed the first
peoples sin, and I was only three, they i couldnt,
see. But in my Momma 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 as well my
mothers unconscience and in hell.
Now here life is on (line)
to the grind(grind)
time time(time)
on my mind(mind)
Im thinking how could happen to my mother not me bro,
but nigga in my hood is slangin kilos.
He's got a spot around the 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 fuck less. about a basehead,
in the street. But they rather pretend dont see it
when they walk the beat, a cop aint good for shit
but male and he knows that my mothers out there
smoking yale, but black are blind they cant see
because in my momma was a junkie.


Mama lived the fast life, at 14,
in those days it wasnt crack it was heroin,
Shot it in her viens to try to the pain,
an pregnancy was made then I came,
straight from the wound to witness my doom,
in and my heard, i knew it its coming soon.
Of all junkism nieghborhood critisizm,
her mind was gone, i she needed a exorcism.
booze and the fast times pretty soon,
my mama lost her whole fucking mind, adc
recieptent, children, not enought defadent.
few good times, badtimes and worst from speedballin
her motherfuckin bursts. I wish i coulda said I you
before she left, now my mind forever with my
death, I asked my self how could this happen to
me my o.d. 'cause my mama was a junkie.