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.
nights 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 knew just what had happen to me,
at night they said the devil was to me.
But on the streets I could feel my heartbeat,
and she gets frightened, It quickly repeats.
The way a junkie and what the junkie gives,
hard times, and problems and stress their own kids,
no sense in rehibilation, up in humilation,
the aroma of base me choak. I could almost
die of the smoke. Different 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 as well my
mothers and trapped in hell.
Now life 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 hood is kilos.
He's got a spot around the fucked up crib,
forgive her for all the things she did.
Im thinking where was the police she was
buyin this, but i that the police could
give a less. about a another basehead,
in the street. But rather pretend they dont see it
when they walk the beat, a black cop aint good for
but black and he knows that my mothers out there
smoking yale, but black are blind they cant see
because in my eyes was a junkie.


Mama the fast life, pregnant at 14,
back in those days it wasnt 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 its coming soon.
Of all these nieghborhood critisizm,
her mind was gone, i she needed a exorcism.
booze and the fast 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 said I love you
she left, now my mind forever haunted with my
mama's death, I asked my self how could happen to
me my mother o.d. my mama was a junkie.