Moms gone
Pops, his arm in a belt
Me in juvenile hall, wonderin' why we hate ourselves
Drugs brought us all down, is it too late to save myself
Grandma stressed, kicked outta school, I can't behave myself
Whole time tryna' be cool, I made the bed I slept
Wonder is my little ones cool 'cause now I never check
Not right, I owe you my life, so now I do my best
Ill whip, come through the night, though I'm a piece of shyt
Pray God till we get right then how soon we forget
Here I am, thousands of rap fans lovin' The Jack
Coke drain got me insane and I don't love 'em back
These gems stem from real pain, they don't deserve this shyt