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Yeah grew up with killers, I didn't know they was killers |
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We was just together man, playing Mega-man on Sega man |
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Your mama loved me to death, she reminded me of Afeni |
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Yeah real black queen |
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If I had a genie, |
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I wish that she ain't struggle no more |
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Y'all wouldn't have to go to sleep with all the roaches if she wasn't so poor |
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You told me when you came to my house |
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This shit was like a timeout from reality |
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One night you asked me what I'm crying about |
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Cause you was staying over for the weekend |
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I woke up from out my sleep |
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When I heard mama and my stepfather beefin |
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I don't know if he been drinkin |
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But I know this shit got loud and I heard rumbling from struggling |
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And rolling on the ground |
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Could never get used to that sound |
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My mama saying get off me |
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My tears is tumbling now |
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I wish that you never saw me |
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Cause I ll, felt like a coward, so powerless I was only 12 |
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And grab the Glock right off the fucking shelf |
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If nothing else scared a nigga shitless |
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There goes two of my wishes |
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Forever scarred, determined to get some heart |
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No matter how big the nigga, no matter how small you are |
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Fast-forward to our older years |
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Two different paths |
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You used to talk to me about college but that shit didn't last |
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Waste of potential, getting cash, what could I say? |
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So tired of not having things, you never see it my way |
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Too proud to fold, your |
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Your demise |
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One day to my surprise, my nigga called me, told me you just caught a body twice your size |
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I asked if it was self defense, he said it was defense of pride |
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And that they trying to give you ten, but if you lucky you'll do five damn |
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Not my nigga |
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The same one that told me that things always get better |
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Just trust me, don't cry my nigga |
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The news call him a killer, but he my nigga |
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Sad shit |
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Hey yo genie last wish, free my nigga. |
