Family, I don’t really know what that is.Friends, I ain’t had that since I was a little kid.
And every time I think shit going good,
It gets fucked up again.
Reading the Bible and getting no understanding.
Can I be forgiven if I’m still sinning?
I remember my dad, out fucking his whores.
What is he waiting for?
His cock to fall off?
Too busy out smoking crack rocks to raise me.
Went from a baby to a man,
But sometimes I still act like a child
Because I was raised by my own hands.
Easily influenced ‘cause I was always trying to fit in.
I remember when my mom died.
It was a fucked up surprise,
But no tears came down my eyes.
‘Cause I guess I didn’t realize the situation,
Or maybe because she died so sudden,
And without no explanation.