Luyện nghe bài hát Mama Was A Junkie

Mama was a junkie, I used to wonder.
she would better of a live 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 otehr much worst.
Used to never go to in fear, trying to hid the pain.
and front i didnt care.
The neighborhood knew just what had to me,
at night they said the devil was to me.
But on the streets I could my mothers heartbeat,
and everytime she frightened, It quickly repeats.
The way a junkie lives and the junkie gives,
hard times, and and stress with their own kids,
no sense in rehibilation, up in humilation,
the aroma of makes 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 only three, they 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 thinking how this happen to my mother not me bro,
but nigga in my hood is slangin kilos.
He's got a spot 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 rather pretend they dont see it
they walk the beat, a black cop aint good for shit
but black male and he knows my mothers out there
smoking yale, but black cops are blind cant see
because in my eyes was a junkie.


Mama lived the fast life, at 14,
back in days it wasnt crack it was heroin,
Shot it in her viens to try to the pain,
an unplanned pregnancy was then I came,
from the wound to witness my mama's 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 and the fast times pretty soon,
my mama lost her fucking 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
mama's death, I asked my how could this happen to
me my mother o.d. my mama was a junkie.