If i told a story, wud you
1] Day one, a young girl She a livin in the world of the dead Mother and father addicted to the water That ain't her real mother, that ain't her father
This time brendas got a and she proud of it Straight threw her dreams in an oven Another one gone, so im whine She can't live her own life, so im mine
Nickel or dime, is a crime is a poem, life is a bind All of us lust, all of us cry Love and trust, its hard to
Heres a kid growin up in the winds Drugs, and had em at ten At 22 he a 22 on his friend He messed around loaded let the devil win
Ninety three, the year i was G later still livin like its ninety Ninety three, the year i was G Years still livin like its ninety
2] They gave em nine to three, i mean three to Was stackin up gettin racks, now hes time He'd rather see his baby to walk in a line Extortion,puffin purp anotha crime
Collect call to his baby momma, silly She out to live wit her grandmomma five to life, for livin in vane Little son ways, burried in shame
He couldn't maintain the drug game and do the right Ended up gettin ambushed by his homie Cocaine, no sympathy His daughter lost a friend no sign of
Its funny cuz he had his girl when he was Lil livin the life of billie jean He got kids, but only one his Thats all he ever knew, his father never to give
Ninety three, the year i was G Years later livin like its ninety three, the year i was born G Years later still livin like its
3] His daughter grew up claimin bein a banger East no lie i can feel her anger ta tat, got it tatted on her back Robbin banks, bank now her pockets fat
Took change from the wrong person, hit on her She'd rather be a mom or a house wife She quit wrong, now she doin right Then everything true christ in her life
She doing good got a degree and a doctor No prostitution the mountain get any softer She got a raise now the womans makin six Baby didn't get his way, go figure
Domestic violence she ran dude shoulda She took her keys peelt quick drove around the Stopped at a red light with the doors She went to her old ended up gettin shot
Ninety three, the year i was G Years later still like its ninety Ninety three, the year i was G Years still livin like its ninety
4] Her girl no emotion she refused offers Her mommy she couldn't cry she just watched her Her daughter, became a not a doctor The only is,she chose to live proper