Pants sag low
Blow weed smoke
Still ah lil boy in ah grown man’s mind
Mama yellin ’BOY PUT SOME CLOTHES ON YOUR BEHINDE’
But she just whishin he listenin
See he can’t see the world cause he focused on tha conner,but he knoe if that Money aint right he’s ah gonner
That’s what she said
So she fled to the next man prayin he had ah betta plan to get her n her child Out da Ghetto
But some how that dream she had let go
Cause she felt her heart grew colder she had da world on her shoulders whyt Her back against da wall but still she wanted it all
4rm phone calls to down falls
Heart aches to heart breaks
Now she jealous cuz her son makin da cake
Dats enough to make his garndmother’s heart break
N if she could she would turn over in her grave
For ah child she couldn’t save
Cuz the streets had already taken the only child she had left away
3months n ah day...
He’s gone in ah week...
2 his mom he won’t speak
So he lets the blunt blaze glow while his eyes hang low
Back out....to where?
You’ll never know
The phone rings....
His mother says hello.......................................................
THE STREETS HAS CLAIMED ANOTHER LIFE IN AMERIKAZ GHETTO