| Ya know, right now, whatever you smoke
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| Right now cuz they ask me, and they ask me And they ask me, they ask me Now they ask me How you know so much at 17
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| What you mean?
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| You never seen a dysfuctional teen
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| Mama cared for me Papa wasnt there for me Older brother sold dope and murph blurr for me Times got hard I had to get harder
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| Let me take that back I had to get smarter
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| 16, I had me a daughter
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| Hold up J-Kwon lets get shit in order
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| Baby mama thats a whole 'nother story
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| Both too young both too horney
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| Cell phone rung, but I didnt anwser
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| Check my voice mail, my grandma got cancer
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| Now she layin’up in a old folks home
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| When it seamed like yesterday she was home
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| A month later stroke poped up Her brain cells gone
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| The last thing she said was let no one steer you wrong, I’m grown
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| They ask me, do I believe in God
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| So I ask them, did I defeat the odds
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| Shit fucked up but I can’t turn away now
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| Sold dope around the town, self esteem way down
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| Jessie made me tougher, he boxed me up My mama put me in the system, she locked me up Now this around the time that we lived on hanley
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| When I think about it I don’t know none of my family
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| Except, for the immediate ones
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| Thats why I run to the streets and the jennings hand guns
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| He don’t talk much so everybody wanna fight him
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| Every school I went to nobody liked him
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| Never could it be right
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| I’d try sometimes
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| So I chilled by myself and cry sometimes
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| And all I ask from Gods to buy sometime
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| Would I bring his name in it If I was lyin'
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| Now look at what the fuck I did, done
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| Terry Jones last son, this is a blessing
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| I’m grown
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| La, la, la, la, la, la, la Now they ask me how you know so much at 17
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| What you mean
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| You never seen a dysfuctional teen
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| La, la, la, la, la, la, la, woah
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| Times got har I had to get harder
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| Let me take that back I had to get smarter |