Luyện nghe bài hát Momma Was a Junkie

Mama was a junkie, sometimes I to wonder.
Whether she would of a live or six feet under.
Late nights go by no sleep, born a junkies world,
its so deep.
Crack pipes, valves, cracked up person.
its bad and otehr days much worst.
Used to never go to in fear, trying to hid the pain.
and front like i care.
The neighborhood just what had happen to me,
at night they said the devil was to me.
But on the streets I could my mothers heartbeat,
and everytime she gets frightened, It repeats.
The way a junkie lives and the junkie gives,
hard times, and problems and stress their own kids,
no sense in rehibilation, up in humilation,
the aroma of base makes me choak. I could
die of the crack smoke. men, going out,
and coming in and in my eyes I the first
peoples sin, and I was only three, they i couldnt,
see. But in my Momma was a junkie.


J-U-N-K-I-E to me some their eyes and try not to
see. But you can smell the sin just as well my
unconscience and trapped in hell.
Now here is on line (line)
to the grind(grind)
time time(time)
on my mind(mind)
Im thinking how could this to my mother not me bro,
but some in my hood is slangin kilos.
He's got a spot around the fucked up crib,
lord forgive her for all the she did.
Im thinking was the police when she was
this, but i know that the police could
give a fuck less. a another basehead,
in the street. But they rather pretend they see it
they walk the beat, a black cop aint good for shit
but black male and he that my mothers out there
smoking yale, but black are blind they cant see
in my eyes momma was a junkie.


Mama the fast life, pregnant at 14,
back in those it wasnt crack it was heroin,
Shot it in her viens to try to the pain,
an unplanned pregnancy was made I came,
straight the wound to witness my mama's doom,
in and my heard, i knew it its coming soon.
Of all junkism nieghborhood critisizm,
her mind was gone, i she needed a exorcism.
speedballin booze and the times pretty soon,
my lost her whole fucking mind, adc welfare
recieptent, children, not enought defadent.
few good times, only badtimes and worst from
her motherfuckin bursts. I wish i coulda I love you
before she left, now my mind forever with my
mama's death, I asked my self how could happen to
me my mother o.d. cuz my was a junkie.