Luyện nghe bài hát Momma 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, into a junkies world,
its so deep.
Crack pipes, valves, cracked up person.
its bad and otehr days much worst.
Used to go to sleep in fear, trying to hid the pain.
and front like i care.
The neighborhood knew what had happen to me,
at night they said the devil was to me.
But on the I could feel my mothers heartbeat,
and she gets frightened, It quickly repeats.
The way a lives and what the junkie gives,
hard times, and problems and stress their own kids,
no in rehibilation, growing up in humilation,
the aroma of base makes me choak. I almost
die of the crack smoke. Different men, out,
and in and in my eyes I witnessed 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 smell the sin just as well my
mothers and trapped 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 some in my hood is slangin kilos.
He's got a spot around the corner up crib,
lord 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 less. about a another basehead,
in the street. But they pretend they dont see it
when walk the beat, a black cop aint good for shit
but black male and he knows that my mothers out
smoking yale, but black cops are they cant see
because in my momma was a junkie.


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