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Age 7, watching cribs on channel 38 Used to idolize the mansions with the big gates Flash back to reality, The house is full of hate Mom mad at stepdad. he tried to dictate How we was gon live. mom got laid off. He ain't got a job But yet he tried to play it off like he was the boss while he sat on his ass Ask him to look for a job, he'd look at us and laugh and tell me to pass The last cigarette so he could smoke. Ma paid the bills while he sat back and joked Tension was in the air, especially at night. One time I watched TV As him and my brother Got in a fight Momma stood in line at 5 o'clock in the mornin to get us some food while this nigga was snoring After my brother left for college, things got rough Around that time, my momma decided she had enough Age 10, Started off decent. Met a brother for life Joined a music school. Started crushing on a potential wife Things looked cool but then It got bad real fast Got dissed by my whole class And then my step dad brought his ass Back to the house cause he ain't have nowhere to go Longer hair, different age, same bitch ass nigga tho It wasn't long before they started arguing again Left the house again. Now my mom without a spouse again Then I found out through my friend my momma might have cancer The fuck did i do to deserve this?! I'm looking for an answer SongtexteAnd I remember back at summer camp, they use to hurt me Talkin shit, playin me, Constantly tryna urk me And just when I thought this bad luck would rest My pops told me some bad news, Adding on some more stress Now we here. April 28th, 2017. 9:56 at night, I'm wishin my life was dream. I wish my nana was here. I wish my nigga was here But all I got is pictures, And I'm starting to shed tears Found out a lotta shit about my past. And now I'm worried my future cause I feel like people out to get my ass Found out my nana was squatting in that white house on church street. Exposed to shit while I was young. Memories still hurt me And I find myself constantly pushed to edge And all my friends keep on tellin me they wish they was dead I still live in the house where all the bullshit happened. Tryna move the fuck on but nobody wanna hear me rappin I'm trying my best to contain this anger, but containing this shit will only put my life in danger They say I need to calm down. But them niggas can't tell I'm suffering like fuck and I feel like I'll live better in hell Al hibbler record: "Though it makes him sad to see the way we live, he'll always say 'I'll forgive'" Aus Songtexte Mania