Blame My Mother
(专辑: Penitentiary Chances - 2016)
Ooh it's T-Rhythm T-Rhythm, T-Rhythm, T-Rhythm Blame it on my mother, my father, my lawyer, my PO Don't blame me, you heard Go blame one another, another I
want to blame my sister, my brother, for leaving When I
need them most And it hurts so much (you know) Don't hurt another Check it out Tick tock when the
clock strikes one, I'm done Another heartless black man, a
fatherless son Just understand I
had no understanding for being fake But I
fully understand all the
choices we make These voices, they keep on telling me that shit don't stink You bullshit ,
bullshit, and you get flushed in the
tank My memories of a
broken home, dad in the
streets Mama third son she hate, unfortunately that was me Supposedly, supposedly because she didn't abort me Twenty short naught going yeah you couldn't afford me (what?) That's the
messy game of life, they say you only live once But me, I
beat death twice, nice Mama, you shoulda used a
coat hanger Push it in and pull it out then and rip my throat with no anger Now take a
picture of that, a
lucky unborn black Who ain't die by the
gack Blame it on my mother, my father, my lawyer, my PO Don't blame me, you heard Go blame one another, another I
want to blame my sister, my brother, for leaving When I
need them most And it hurts so much (you know) Don't hurt another Check it out What you got, ain't nothing to me You say you holding the
block Look like stunting to me I
see you few little rocks and got up your energy But nigga fronting your D
That's only crumbs you eat, tell me See money make a
nigga go and murder his friends I
heard [?] was a
snitch and a
bitch in the
pen Yeah I'm rich but my trigger finger itching again I
got that Calio-o blood, got me wishing that's it Hail Mary, save me, forgive me I'm bleeding There's blood on my hands Feels like I'm dying, this evening If the
devil ask me out I
ain't let the
nigga in See my soul's so cold, my babies get old I
run this motherfucking pen, I
never break, I
never fold Don't point a
finger at me cause I'm trigger happy Plus my head nappy dawg, I'm a
die scrappy The
whole world tryna blame me for tryna get committed outchea. That'd be crazy. You got me fucked up. State vs Corey Miller? Man fuck that. Point a
finger at yourself. Protect the
niggas that living, you heard me? I
come up hard from the
cradle to the
grave. Just like that just like everybody else. Ain't nobody [?] Leave niggas the
fuck alone nigga