[Chorus]
How can you just leave me standin`
alone in a world that`s so cold
maybe I`m just too demandin`
maybe I`m just like my father too bold
maybe I`m just like my mother
she`s never satisfied
why do we scream at each other
this is what it sounds like when thugs cry
[Verse 1]
(yo) First off I got a seed comin`
so I won`t even front like I don`t need nothin`
dependin` on record sales for me to see
somethin`
but if that fall back how the fuck I`m supposed to feed little Budden
I been to jail before
I been a bum before
but a nigga ain`t never had a son before
I dealt with caine and fire
I done banged with fighters
but I ain`t never changed
a diaper
I ain`t ready
ever since I signed niggas been on my back
like mouse what up, when I`m gettin` on the track
and
so the hood hates me
figured they be much kinder like Joe congradulations and we comin` right behind ya
everybody in the
hood I dap
says I`m responible for everybody in the hood that raps
they don`t like how I do shit
say I changed
I`m the
same nigga that ya`ll went to high school with
after all these years I`m still the same drug addict
and it`s fucked up I`m
sober with them same drug habits
I still pinch, thief, con and lie, rob, shoot
difference now is I ain`t high
Cats is after
me
atleast I got a crew to warn me
I don`t like walkin` around with this 32 on me
atleast my mans is real
atleast my
family`s there
is it worth rappin`
the answers yeah but I don`t know...
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
yo I`m a survivor
I seen darker days
a mama`s boy with my father`s ways
but I had to see my mom in tears
when pop went
to the store for them newports that he must ain`t find in years
my little brother lives in the same state
I ain`t know
that
I got a little brother
I didn`t know that
see I was never told that
if so I`d of been at the door with a basketball
and a kodak
love my baby moms to death
she don`t believe that
shit I ain`t never there for her to see that
don`t wanna
lose my wiz
beggin` her to do this bid
not jail but this music shit
and I know your family hate me but we come far
just
us against the world unarmed
me and my girlfriend
come a time when your mind ain`t right and you (??)
and you get used
to not being used to
I`m cool with where the lord placed me
but I hold my heat and pray I never have to take it off
safety
I pray for all my niggas pinchin` on the curb
Jersey City will get the recognition it deserves
I pray for my son,
he`ll have genes like me
pray that he don`t have to go through everything like me
pray to God to bring out the things I
never knew I had in me
the rest of my mom and dad in me (uh huh)
[Chorus]
[Thanks to badazzdominican@yahoo.com for these lyrics]
