Here`s the story, of a little boy.
Growin` up in a suburban home,
Trying to cope with everyday life,
Who lives in a little house,
That was built, in the middle of the street.
"Hey, Mom!
Tupac`s on the juke box,
so what he shot two cops,
and raped a little girl,
while two dudes watched,"
"Nuh-uh! They were tryin` to frame him,
You wouldn`t have Two Pack Shaker,"
"No! That ain`t how you say his name, mum!
You`re so lame,
Don`t you know anything?"
"Yeah!
I know that you`ll probably go,
and join in a gang,"
"Yeah, right. Im out
Where`s my fuckin` walkman at?"
"Stop cussin` at me!"
"Shut up, bitch!"
"And quit talking black."
Well,
Slammed the door and I`m out,
Now, what?
It`s probably warm in the house.
Fuck, I forgot my jacket,
forgot it was winter.
I`m gettin` thinner,
I`m hungry.
Is Mom cookin` dinner?
"Mom!
Let me back in!
I forgot my coat.
Mom, come on, I`m not playin`,
It`s cold!
Alright, sorry.
I need a jacket,
Mom, look,
My Tupac tape,
I just cracked it,
Ma, please let me back in,
It is Two Pack Shaker,
I just asked him."
I`m freezin`, (achoo)
I`m sneezin`,
I`m breathin` too much cold air,
I`m wheezin`,
"I ain`t did nothin`,
I didn`t say "I`m leavin`,"
I said "I`m goin` on the front porch to get somethin`,""
(scissors cutting)
"Alright, here.
Take your damn coat and leave,"
"Fine, I`ll lea-,
Mom! You cut off the sleaves!"
(Chorus 4x)
Our house,
In the middle of the street.
One, two, three,
My teacher`s two faced,
She went to lower my school grades,
Since Last Tuesday,
I had a toothache,
from kool-aid,
So Mom kicked me out, (get out)
And, all i had in my suitcase,
Was one shoelace,
A tube sock,
and a tube of toothpaste,
Sometimes,
It was cool,
"cause I could go to a friend`s,
Crash there,
Fool around and just skip school.
But other times,
I`d rather just be home,
In my own room alone,
Read my shit and nobody would know,
My little brother sucked on a bottle,
`Til he was six,
So I`d hide it inside the couch,
And say "I don`t know where it is,"
But as soon as Mom found it,
I would either be grounded,
or kicked out the house,
a thousand weeks,.
and still countin`,
Even when I was underage,
Mom was tellin` cops,
I was tryin` to run away,
I told her,
"Someday, bitch, you`re gonna pay,"
Please, Mom, Please, Mom, Please, Mom,
I wanna stay, (let me stay)
(Chorus 4x)
My brother`s incoherint,
Mom`s a single parent,
Who ain`t carin`,
Starin` through me,
Like I`m transparent,
Made it clear,
That I was just there,
to run an errands,
Told her friends,
I was a son from her last marriage,
Sent me up to the little corner store,
with a little note,
"Please, sell my step-son,
Some cigarettes so I can smoke,"
One time,
I tried to fake sick,
To get attention,
Back-fired,
Mom, sent me to school,
With a vengence,
My life`s the worst thing that could ever happen to me,
I go to class,
and every teacher`s always laughin` at me,
And Mom says white rappers are laughed at.
Not only that,
She heard me upstairs,
I can`t rap,
and I`m stupid,
I never make an average,
of a B+,
I need to sit on my ass and sue people,
Like she does,
One time, I got food poison,
From a hot dog,
Mom sued and got $2,000,
From Ballpark,
"Hey, Ma. You got a dollar?"
"I don`t think so.
Now keep an eye on your brother,
I`m goin` to bingo."
"But, Mom. You said you were broke."
"Who said?
You got your ears messed up,
from that damn rap music."
(Chorus Fades Out)
