| Sometimes pain runs deeper than blood
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| Sometimes karma comes back on the people you love
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| Sometimes we gotta let go and turn the other way
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| We just fightin' for another day
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| 'Cause everything has a cause, you may not like the effect
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| A heart full of pain and a life full of regrets
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| Forced to make certain choices that you might not respect
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| In this world full of hate, just a child of neglect
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| He was breathin' in cigarette smoke, watching cartoons
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| Loud yells comin' from the other room
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| Landlord bangin' on the door askin' where the fuckin' rent at 'cause it’s 30
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| days overdue
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| Nobody answers it
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| They was smokin' up the house like they ain’t know that shit was cancerous
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| But his mom is still tryna quit
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| She ain’t got no one to depend on to provide for her kids
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| She’s working 2 jobs
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| Barely makin' enough to fill his stomach
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| It’s still filled with nothing
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| Hard times, she can feel 'em coming
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| And it’s been that way for a while
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| She raisin' a fatherless child, you can see the pain in her smile
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| She got unpaid bills piling on up the counter
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| No matter how close to the edge she got, there was something about her
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| That never let her lose hope
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| Even when she hit rock bottom, she feels the noose around her neck
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| It’s just a loose rope
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| But it’s only getting tighter, suffocating her slowly
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| She’s a lover and a fighter, but something just keeps her lonely
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| She got a collect call but she already know who it’s from
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| She took a deep breath, answered the phone and begun
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| She said I gotta move on with my life, I told you it’s done
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| Plus it’s been 2 months since you spoke to your son
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| It’s not about me and it’s not about you anymore
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| It’s not about running the streets and acting a fool anymore
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| You’ve been gone for 7 years, there’s nothing you can do anymore
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| 'Cause I’ve lost everything and I just can’t bear to lose anymore
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| You see, there’s somebody else
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| Not because I’m in love, but 'cause I needed some help
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| The type of help you can’t provide
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| I’m sick of waiting
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| I’m sick of sittin' around knowing you might not make it out alive
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| Sick of not havin' someone by my side
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| Sick of our kids askin «where's our daddy?»
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| I’m sick of tellin' them these lies
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| I’m just sick of it all
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| And if you ever make parole and have plans for the future, please don’t get us
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| involved
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| Don’t call, don’t write and most of all leave my child alone
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| And before he could say a word all he heard was a dial tone
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| As his mother put down the phone he heard her saying
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| «God, I need you right now, please just show me a sign, my heart is bleeding
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| right now»
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| But he was only a kid, so he really didn’t know much
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| Still tryna understand why his mother cried so much
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| Father’s Day was the worst
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| Plus they ain’t had no money in the bank, so it felt like every holiday was a
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| curse
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| And his birthday just passed
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| He’s getting ready for a lonely Christmas
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| They say his dad is gone for business
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| But he knows the difference
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| Starting to forget his father’s face and what he looked like
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| No bedtime stories, no good mornings, no good night
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| Just a good luck from the judge, his life would change with a sentence
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| Slam the gavel down, he’s found guilty of all the offenses
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| On the other side of the fence, left his child defenseless
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| Now he fends for himself, but he feels so relentless
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| His momma’s boyfriend drinks until his demons come out
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| The liquor takes control of his soul, he don’t speak with his mouth
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| He speaks with his fist, disagree get beat 'til your pissed
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| The type of pain that’ll make you put a knife deep in your wrist
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| I said,
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| He speaks with his fist
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| The type of pain that’ll make you put a knife deep in your wrist
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| Sometimes the choices you make, they don’t only effect you
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| But they also effect the people you love and care about
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| You see, I wish I could say that it’s never too late
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| But I would only be lying to you
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| Because time and the people we love are the only 2 things we can never get back
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| in this world |