My names Eric, I'm from Brooklyn right there round Bushwick
Raised of honesty, loyalty, good merits
Gotta lil sister and my pops just perished
And I just came home so my freedom I really cherish
Young when they bagged me, seven in jail was a torcher
And I just did that for manslaughter
Odds was against me, murder in the second degree
They gave me less 'cause I gave 'em a plea
That's the past, now a dude home tryna clean up his past
When all niggaz know me for is the past
And my minds always thinking how to pocket some cash
Now I'm tryna live straight and get my act together
But my moms struggling, she putting scraps together
Long time ago, when I wasn't home she was cleaning my room
Cried when she found a gun in the dresser
Said no child of hers woulda had that, NEVER!!!
But with all the dirt I was doing
I felt like I had 2 protect her, I had 2 protect us
Stead of me selling crack forever
She rather me in Path mark, getting bags together
Packing bags, wont allow me to get real work
Forced me to get work
On apps they ask if you ever been to jail, like if I say yes you'll hire me
NIGGA DON'T LIE TO ME!!!
I gotta lil sister that's nine
Plus moms is chillin, wit some new dude I think she feeling
But he don't help with the bills and I'm back on the strip
So we don't go broke, I'm back to nonsense that i have 2 do
Stash ya kno, I'm killing em, only dude on the Ave. with blow
Only man in the house, I gotta bring in cash
And those two checks a month that mom get don't last
Lil Alisha still young she developing fast
Oh, you thinking the same thing, it's a hell of a task
Then it clicked me, playing it close, cops came to get me
And I moved swiftly, said they had a warrant
They knew about it all they said they had an informant
I'm back in this caged up cell
With the apes in jail, now I'm back in this eight by twelve
See I tried to live right
and I'm trying not 2 cry at night
But society ain't made for niggas to live right
Mommy please write
Mommy make sure Alisha keep her shit tight
Gotta lil sister and my pops just perished
And I just came home so my freedom I really cherish
Young when they bagged me, seven in jail was a torcher
And I just did that for manslaughter
Odds was against me, murder in the second degree
They gave me less 'cause I gave 'em a plea
That's the past, now a dude home tryna clean up his past
When all niggaz know me for is the past
And my minds always thinking how to pocket some cash
Now I'm tryna live straight and get my act together
But my moms struggling, she putting scraps together
Long time ago, when I wasn't home she was cleaning my room
Cried when she found a gun in the dresser
Said no child of hers woulda had that, NEVER!!!
But with all the dirt I was doing
I felt like I had 2 protect her, I had 2 protect us
Stead of me selling crack forever
She rather me in Path mark, getting bags together
Packing bags, wont allow me to get real work
Forced me to get work
On apps they ask if you ever been to jail, like if I say yes you'll hire me
NIGGA DON'T LIE TO ME!!!
I gotta lil sister that's nine
Plus moms is chillin, wit some new dude I think she feeling
But he don't help with the bills and I'm back on the strip
So we don't go broke, I'm back to nonsense that i have 2 do
Stash ya kno, I'm killing em, only dude on the Ave. with blow
Only man in the house, I gotta bring in cash
And those two checks a month that mom get don't last
Lil Alisha still young she developing fast
Oh, you thinking the same thing, it's a hell of a task
Then it clicked me, playing it close, cops came to get me
And I moved swiftly, said they had a warrant
They knew about it all they said they had an informant
I'm back in this caged up cell
With the apes in jail, now I'm back in this eight by twelve
See I tried to live right
and I'm trying not 2 cry at night
But society ain't made for niggas to live right
Mommy please write
Mommy make sure Alisha keep her shit tight
And I'll be home real soon, don't cry, it's iight.
I love this...its crazy because there are always three sides to a story. I never new you could be deep tyre, i like it...
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