mama told daddy
daddy told mama
shut your mouth
stop all that drama
told I was a bad seed
had no choice but to
grow some weed
you can't keep food
out the mouth of
a child in need
life's made up of pain
everybody bleeds
from the vein
sitting on curves
ball in the streets
no bodies home
we're all in the streets
playing the dozens
with our cousins
dissing our aunties
old lady next door
sitting on keys
piano lessons for free
don't blame daddy
he's a junky
he shoots smack
if it were the 80's
he'd smoke crack
gone on a binge
never come back
pray for sleep
never come back
get out the way
making a path
blood on my fingers
making a pact
signed the contact
shine makes impacts
end of the line
on the last track
put the gun back
there is no dying
for the comeback