Luyện nghe bài hát Momma Was a Junkie

Mama was a junkie, I used to wonder.
Whether she 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 never go to sleep in fear, to hid the pain.
and front like i care.
The neighborhood knew just what had to me,
at they said the devil was rappin to me.
But on the streets I feel my mothers heartbeat,
and everytime she gets frightened, It repeats.
The way a junkie lives and what the gives,
hard times, and problems and stress their own kids,
no sense in rehibilation, up in humilation,
the of base makes me choak. I could almost
die of the crack smoke. Different men, out,
and in and in my eyes I witnessed the first
peoples sin, and I was only three, they 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 just as 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 could this to my mother not me bro,
but some nigga in my hood is kilos.
He's got a spot around the fucked up crib,
lord forgive her for all the she did.
Im where was the police when she was
this, but i know that the police could
give a less. about a another basehead,
in the street. But they pretend they dont see it
they walk the beat, a black cop aint good for shit
but male and he knows that my mothers out there
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 those it wasnt crack it was heroin,
Shot it in her viens to try to the pain,
an unplanned pregnancy was made I came,
straight from the wound to my mama's doom,
in and my heard, i knew it that its soon.
Of all these junkism critisizm,
her was gone, i felt she needed a exorcism.
speedballin booze and the fast times soon,
my lost her whole fucking mind, adc welfare
recieptent, three children, not defadent.
few good times, only badtimes and worst speedballin
her bursts. I wish i coulda said I love you
she left, now my mind forever haunted with my
mama's death, I asked my self how could this to
me my o.d. cuz my mama was a junkie.