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, valves, cracked 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 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,
hard times, and and stress with their own kids,
no sense in rehibilation, up in humilation,
the aroma of base makes me choak. I almost
die of the crack smoke. men, going out,
and coming in and in my eyes I the first
peoples sin, and I was only three, thought i couldnt,
see. But in my Momma was a junkie.


J-U-N-K-I-E to me some their eyes and try not to
see. But you can still smell the sin as well my
unconscience and trapped in hell.
Now here life is on (line)
to the grind(grind)
time time(time)
on my mind(mind)
Im thinking how this happen to my mother not me bro,
but some in my hood is slangin kilos.
He's got a spot around the corner up crib,
forgive her for all the things she did.
Im thinking was the police when she was
buyin this, but i that the police could
a fuck less. about a another basehead,
in the street. But they rather pretend dont see it
when they walk the beat, a black cop aint for shit
but black male and he knows that my mothers out
smoking yale, but black cops are blind cant 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 to try to ease the pain,
an unplanned was made then I came,
straight the wound to witness my mama's doom,
in and my heard, i it that its coming soon.
Of all junkism nieghborhood critisizm,
her mind was gone, i felt she a exorcism.
speedballin booze and the fast pretty soon,
my mama her whole fucking mind, adc welfare
recieptent, three children, not defadent.
few good times, only badtimes and worst from
her motherfuckin bursts. I i coulda said I love you
before she left, now my mind forever with my
mama's death, I asked my self how this happen to
me my mother o.d. cuz my was a junkie.