![]() It feels good puttin money in your mailbox I ain't guilty cause, even though I sell rocks I needed money of my own so I started slangin I hung around with the Thugs, and even though they sold drugs ![]() They say I'm wrong and I'm heartless, but all along He passed away and I didn't cry, cause my anger No love from my daddy cause the coward wasn't there Mama catch me, put a whoopin to my backsideįor a woman it ain't easy tryin to raise a manĪ poor single mother on welfare, tell me how ya did itīut the plan is to show you that I understand I reminice on the stress I caused, it was hell Over the years we was poorer than the other little kidsĪnd even though we had different daddy's, the same drama Suspended from school and scared to go home, I was a fool Though back at the time, I never thought I'd see her faceĪin't a woman alive that could take my mama's place Seventeen years old kicked out on the streets
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