
Date of issue: 31.12.1989
Song language: English
They Ask Me |
Ya know, right now, whatever you smoke |
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 |
What you mean? |
You never seen a dysfuctional teen |
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 |
Let me take that back I had to get smarter |
16, I had me a daughter |
Hold up J-Kwon lets get shit in order |
Baby mama thats a whole 'nother story |
Both too young both too horney |
Cell phone rung, but I didnt anwser |
Check my voice mail, my grandma got cancer |
Now she layin’up in a old folks home |
When it seamed like yesterday she was home |
A month later stroke poped up Her brain cells gone |
The last thing she said was let no one steer you wrong, I’m grown |
They ask me, do I believe in God |
So I ask them, did I defeat the odds |
Shit fucked up but I can’t turn away now |
Sold dope around the town, self esteem way down |
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 |
When I think about it I don’t know none of my family |
Except, for the immediate ones |
Thats why I run to the streets and the jennings hand guns |
He don’t talk much so everybody wanna fight him |
Every school I went to nobody liked him |
Never could it be right |
I’d try sometimes |
So I chilled by myself and cry sometimes |
And all I ask from Gods to buy sometime |
Would I bring his name in it If I was lyin' |
Now look at what the fuck I did, done |
Terry Jones last son, this is a blessing |
I’m grown |
La, la, la, la, la, la, la Now they ask me how you know so much at 17 |
What you mean |
You never seen a dysfuctional teen |
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, woah |
Times got har I had to get harder |
Let me take that back I had to get smarter |