Luyện nghe bài hát Momma Was a Junkie

Mama was a junkie, I used 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.
pipes, crack valves, cracked up person.
somedays its bad and days much worst.
Used to go to sleep in fear, trying to hid the pain.
and like i didnt care.
The neighborhood just what had happen to me,
at night they said the was rappin to me.
But on the streets I could feel my heartbeat,
and everytime she gets frightened, It repeats.
The way a junkie lives and what the gives,
hard times, and problems and stress with own kids,
no in rehibilation, growing up in humilation,
the of base makes me choak. I could almost
die of the smoke. Different 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 eyes was a junkie.


J-U-N-K-I-E to me some close 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 this happen to my mother not me bro,
but some nigga in my hood is kilos.
got a spot around the corner fucked up crib,
lord her for all the things she did.
Im thinking where was the when she was
buyin this, but i know that the police
give a fuck less. a another basehead,
in the street. But they pretend they dont see it
when they walk the beat, a black cop aint for shit
but black male and he knows my mothers out there
smoking yale, but cops are blind they cant see
in my eyes momma was a junkie.


Mama lived the fast life, at 14,
back in those days it crack it was heroin,
it in her viens to try to ease the pain,
an unplanned pregnancy was then I came,
straight from the 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 she needed a exorcism.
speedballin booze and the fast times soon,
my mama lost her whole mind, adc welfare
recieptent, three children, not defadent.
few good times, only badtimes and worst speedballin
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 self how could this to
me my o.d. cuz my mama was a junkie.