Esham - Momma Was A Junkie lyrics
[Esham - Momma Was A Junkie lyrics]
Mama was a junkie, sometimes I used to wonder
Whether she would better of a
Live or six feet under
Late nights go by no sleep
Born into a junkies world its so deep
Crack pipes, crack valves, cracked up person
Somedays it's bad and otehr days much worst
Used to never go to sleep in fear
Trying to hid the pain
And front like i didn't care
The neighborhood knew just what
Had happen to me
At night they said the devil was rappin to me
But on the streets I could
Feel my mothers heartbeat
And everytime she gets frightened
It quickly repeats
The way a junkie lives and
What the junkie gives hard times
And problems and stress with their own kids
No sense in rehibilation
Growing up in humilation
The aroma of base makes me
Choak i could almost
Die of the crack smoke different men
Going out and coming in and in my
Eyes I witnessed the first
Peoples sin, and I was only three
They thought i couldn't
See but in my eyes Momma was a junkie
J-U-N-K-IE to me some close their
Eyes and try not to see but
You can still smell the sin just as well my
Mothers unconscience and trapped in hell
Now here life is on line (line)
Stuck to the grind (grind)
Time after time (time)
Shes on my mind (mind)
Im thinking how could this happen to
My mother not me bro
But some nigga in my hood is slangin kilos
He's got a spot around the
Corner fucked up crib
Lord forgive her for all the things she did
Im thinking where was the police when she was
Buyin this, but i know that the police could
Give a fuck less about a another basehead
In the street but they rather
Pretend they don't see it
When they walk the beat
A black cop ain't good for shit
But black male and he knows
That my mothers out there smoking yale
But black cops are blind they can't see
Because in my eyes momma was a junkie
Mama lived the fast life, pregnant at 14
Back in those days it wasn't
Crack it was heroin
Shot it in her viens to try to ease the pain
An unplanned pregnancy was made then I came
Straight from the wound to
Witness my mama's doom in and my heard
I knew it that it's coming soon
Of all these junkism nieghborhood critisizm
Her mind was gone
I felt she needed a exorcism
Speedballin booze and the fast
Times pretty soon
My mama lost her whole fucking mind
Adc welfare recieptent, three children
Not enought defadent few good times
Only badtimes and worst from speedballin
Her motherfuckin bursts i wish i
Coulda said I love you before she left
Now my mind forever haunted with my
Mama's death
I asked my self how could this happen to
Me my mother od cuz my mama was a junkie
Whether she would better of a
Live or six feet under
Late nights go by no sleep
Born into a junkies world its so deep
Crack pipes, crack valves, cracked up person
Somedays it's bad and otehr days much worst
Used to never go to sleep in fear
Trying to hid the pain
And front like i didn't care
The neighborhood knew just what
Had happen to me
At night they said the devil was rappin to me
But on the streets I could
Feel my mothers heartbeat
And everytime she gets frightened
It quickly repeats
The way a junkie lives and
What the junkie gives hard times
And problems and stress with their own kids
No sense in rehibilation
Growing up in humilation
The aroma of base makes me
Choak i could almost
Die of the crack smoke different men
Going out and coming in and in my
Eyes I witnessed the first
Peoples sin, and I was only three
They thought i couldn't
See but in my eyes Momma was a junkie
J-U-N-K-IE to me some close their
Eyes and try not to see but
You can still smell the sin just as well my
Mothers unconscience and trapped in hell
Now here life is on line (line)
Stuck to the grind (grind)
Time after time (time)
Shes on my mind (mind)
Im thinking how could this happen to
My mother not me bro
But some nigga in my hood is slangin kilos
He's got a spot around the
Corner fucked up crib
Lord forgive her for all the things she did
Im thinking where was the police when she was
Buyin this, but i know that the police could
Give a fuck less about a another basehead
In the street but they rather
Pretend they don't see it
When they walk the beat
A black cop ain't good for shit
But black male and he knows
That my mothers out there smoking yale
But black cops are blind they can't see
Because in my eyes momma was a junkie
Mama lived the fast life, pregnant at 14
Back in those days it wasn't
Crack it was heroin
Shot it in her viens to try to ease the pain
An unplanned pregnancy was made then I came
Straight from the wound to
Witness my mama's doom in and my heard
I knew it that it's coming soon
Of all these junkism nieghborhood critisizm
Her mind was gone
I felt she needed a exorcism
Speedballin booze and the fast
Times pretty soon
My mama lost her whole fucking mind
Adc welfare recieptent, three children
Not enought defadent few good times
Only badtimes and worst from speedballin
Her motherfuckin bursts i wish i
Coulda said I love you before she left
Now my mind forever haunted with my
Mama's death
I asked my self how could this happen to
Me my mother od cuz my mama was a junkie