Luyện nghe bài hát Momma Was a Junkie

Mama was a junkie, sometimes I to wonder.
Whether she would better of a live or six under.
Late nights go by no sleep, born a junkies world,
its so deep.
Crack pipes, crack valves, up person.
somedays its bad and otehr much worst.
Used to go to sleep in fear, trying to hid the pain.
and front like i care.
The neighborhood 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 everytime she gets frightened, It repeats.
The way a junkie and what the junkie gives,
hard times, and problems and stress with own kids,
no sense in rehibilation, up in humilation,
the aroma of base makes me choak. I could
die of the smoke. Different men, going out,
and coming in and in my eyes I the first
sin, and I was only three, they thought i couldnt,
see. But in my eyes was a junkie.


J-U-N-K-I-E to me some their eyes and try not to
see. But you can still the sin just as well my
mothers unconscience and 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 is slangin kilos.
He's got a around the corner fucked up crib,
lord her for all the things she did.
Im thinking where was the police she was
buyin this, but i know that the police
give a fuck less. about a basehead,
in the street. But they rather 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 black cops are blind they see
in my eyes momma was a junkie.


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