Stacking Stones

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