Tom: F minor•
Intro 1
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Verse 1
a junkie,
sometimes I used to wonder.
Whether she would better of
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a live or six feet under.
Late nights go by no sleep,
born into a junkies world,
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Crack pipes, crack valves,
cracked up person.
Somedays its bad and
otehr days much worst.
Used to never go to sleep in fear,
trying to hid the pain.
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And front like i didnt care.
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The neighborhood knew just
what had happen to me,
At night they said the devil
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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,
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and problems and stress with their own kids,
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No sense in rehibilation, growing
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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
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Peoples sin, and I was only three,
they thought i couldnt,
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See. But in my eyes Momma was
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a junkie.
[Chorus]
[Esham]
J- U- N- K- I- E to me some close
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their eyes and try not to
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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)
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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,
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Lord forgive her for all the things she did.
the police when she was
Buyin this, but i know that the police could
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Give a fuck less. about a another basehead,
In the street. But they rather
pretend they dont see it
When they walk the beat,
a black cop aint good for shit
But black male and he knows that
my mothers out there
Smoking yale,
but black cops are blind they cant see
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Because in my eyes momma was a junkie.
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[Chorus]
[Esham]
Mama lived the fast life, pregnant at 14,
Back in those days it wasnt
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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,
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i knew it that its coming soon.
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Of all these junkism nieghborhood critisizm,
Her mind was gone,
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i felt she needed a exorcism.
Speedballin booze and the
fast times pretty soon,
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My mama lost her whole fucking mind,
Recieptent, three children,
not enought defadent.
Few good times,
only badtimes and worst from speedballin
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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
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Me my mother o.d. cuz my
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mama was a junkie.
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