Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song BLENDED FAMILY , by - Jerreau. Release date: 05.02.2020
Song language: English
BLENDED FAMILY |
| If you live by the gun, you die by the same fate |
| So no gunplay, pops took toys away |
| Went over moms house, Cops N Robbers all day (Righ) |
| Went back to dads house, went to church on Sunday (Righ) |
| See Gary and Renae made at a young age |
| Had 2 kids then got divorced the next day |
| My pops got em through me, and my sister got to stay (Righ) |
| My mom got pregnant, baby sister on the way (Righ) |
| My father remarried, another daughter on the way |
| His wife had a daughter and a son by the way |
| A older daughter the boys were like the same age |
| I turned five then started rhyming the next day |
| Me and my sis moved with my pops the next day |
| No i ain’t want to stay, shit, who am I to say, shit |
| 2nd grade went to school cursing like a sailor |
| Came back home preaching bout my savior, damn |
| Only God can judge me, only Jesus can save us |
| We in the hood lord save us, pray for us |
| After school, home alone, just us |
| Dont open door, ain’t nobody you can trust |
| Gunshots, drive bys, we would duck |
| Somebody died, thank God, none of us |
| One of the kids neighborhood bloods wouldn’t touch |
| Go sleep, wake up, do again, good luck |
| (Righ) |
| (Righ) |
| Now some of moms friends, I ain’t like them (Righ) |
| He pushed me down the stairs, I tried to fight him (Righ) |
| If he got to loud, shit, i would threaten him |
| I’d tell him «Never raise ya voice at mommy again!» |
| But i was only ye high, I could barely read or write |
| I probably couldn’t fight, but in hindsight |
| I only tried to do what’s right |
| Often I would write, a letter to the judge |
| Ask him if i could, move back with mom |
| Since she moved out the hood |
| Her and my little sis then she birthed my youngest sis |
| Next page same book |
| Yea ma could cook but they wasn’t eating good |
| At least they were out the hood |
| Times are hard working 2 or 3 jobs |
| Life and times of a single black mom |
| No shoulder to lean on, no shoulder to cry on |
| No man in the home, but life goes on |
| Still rapping and shit like «We bout to be on» (Righ) |
| Shit you tell yourself just to keep keeping on (Righ) |
| But pace yourself cause the journey is long |
| Here I am, years later, singing this song |
| (Righ) |
| (Righ) |
| Now I’m a pre-teen and me and mom hardly speak |
| If I don’t call her, then she don’t call me (tuh) |
| In high school when i turned 16 |
| Had a car that barely drove, but was given to me |
| I would ride around the city, I was hardly home (Righ) |
| Pops ain’t want us in the hood so often i was gone (Righ) |
| Often I would roam, often in the zone |
| And I don’t even smoke, from school it’s off to work |
| I gave up sports, cuz i got to make it work (Righ) |
| 8 of us in a 3 bedroom home (Righ) |
| So often i was gone, often i would roam |
| Remember getting arrested, cops took me home |
| Pops waited by the door like «Where we go wrong?» |
| But made it out the hood alive with no kids I’m grown |
| I was at Lee’s house when i answered the phone |
| G Stack on the line said «Your sister dead gone» |
| God you dead wrong, how you call her home with two kids at home |
| Blood or no blood you are still my own |
| I’m still crying through these songs |
| Still rapping and shit like «We bout to be on» |
| I picked myself up nobody put me on |
| Lift as you climb, clean as you cook |
| Write my story as I go, easier than it looks |
| (Righ) |
| (Righ) |
| Still rapping and shit like «We bout to be on» |
| (like «We bout to be on») |
| (like «We bout to be on») |
| Shit you tell yourself just to keep keeping on |
| (just to keep keeping on) |
| (just to keep keeping on) |
| Still rapping and shit like «We bout to be on» |
| (like «We bout to be on») |
| (like «We bout to be on») |
| Shit you tell yourself just to keep keeping on |
| (just to keep keeping on) |
| (just to keep keeping on) |