| Out of the heavens it did rain | 
| Pamala Christine will endure, through the pain | 
| Barely 17, no big plans or wedding rings | 
| She was still in high school, ditchin' class, nahmean? | 
| She was not a fiend but she smoke | 
| Not a dream or a hope | 
| Alex would have stayed but Alex ass strayed | 
| Still she was knocked up, Alex got locked up | 
| Would have took binoculars to find where baby papa was | 
| Still the object of the story is the shorty with a shortie in her stomach | 
| Pamela was confronted, will you keep this here a secret? | 
| Could you raise it? | 
| Could you keep it? | 
| Saddest part, this is deja vu got her thinkin' | 
| If the baby wasn’t aborted | 
| It’s be the second little Corey | 
| And I know she can’t afford it, she a youngin' in the mix | 
| Barely fill her own tummy, tell me how it come to this? | 
| I heard Pamela got a baby | 
| The woman got to feel the pain | 
| A damn shame, the child barely 17 | 
| No more goals, no more dreams for her foolery | 
| It left dear momma weak | 
| What will it do to me? | 
| Pam’s got a baby | 
| Someone’s got to feel the pain | 
| A damn shame, the child barely 17 | 
| No more goals, no more dreams for her foolery | 
| It left dear momma weak | 
| What will it do to me? | 
| Who know 'bout hunger pains? | 
| Suffer with baby sisters | 
| How many have you lost? | 
| Audrey and B. I miss ya | 
| Corey can never floss | 
| Hand-me-down torn skimpies | 
| Livin' with auntie, «Is momma comin'?» | 
| it’s sorta iffy | 
| Daddy was never there | 
| I used to box with Billy | 
| Streets of Newbury raised me and I love my city | 
| Came from a broken home | 
| Folks smokin' marijuana | 
| Sniffin' them lines, I wrote rhymes on Park & Howard corner | 
| Felt like parent’s disowned us | 
| Spock and me used to roam | 
| Across the city, low pockets, lookin' for room and home | 
| You niggas deep into dinners, I said to each his own | 
| I got a head on my shoulders and plus this microphone | 
| Grew up with nothin', we made somethin' on them holidays | 
| For kicked out of school made momma a lot less proud of A’s | 
| Nicky, baby bro, look I apologize | 
| Just thought you could see daddy within your brother’s eyes | 
| Little knucklehead, wet the bed, many fears | 
| Got to 18 alive on my momma sweatin' tears | 
| And I’m here | 
| Still crazy | 
| Secrets revealed, wish I kept it concealed | 
| Cry baby | 
| I heard Pamela got a baby | 
| The woman got to feel the pain | 
| A damn shame, the child barely 17 | 
| No more goals, no more dreams for her foolery | 
| It left dear momma weak | 
| What will it do to me? | 
| Pam’s got a baby | 
| Someone’s got to feel the pain | 
| A damn shame, the child barely 17 | 
| No more goals, no more dreams for her foolery | 
| It left dear momma weak | 
| What will it do to me? | 
| Young teen | 
| If daddy dies of A.I.D.S. | 
| don’t you cry baby | 
| Rat and roaches infested but we’ll get by baby | 
| Slept on that pull out so many nights had my eyes lazy | 
| Little brats on the streets, fixin' to die maybe | 
| Don’t want my boys comin' over, she gettin' high daily | 
| I coulda tried harder, to help you get by momma | 
| I now see how you lost your life due to my father | 
| Accept my deepest regrets, I showed you disrespect | 
| Couldn’t take all that yellin', I had pride to protect | 
| I love you Pamela | 
| I love you Trevor too | 
| Scars and scrapes, ups and downs understandable | 
| If you was me as a child I couldn’t handle you | 
| But you was givin' at gifts, see struggle and persist | 
| See trouble, can’t resist | 
| I’m changin' my ways, new books is in this music | 
| But I’m aimin' for A’s | 
| Nowadays even cowards spray, all I do is pray | 
| I’m cool to walk in your light | 
| Just help me find my way | 
| And I’m here, still crazy | 
| Secrets revealed | 
| Wish I kept 'em concealed | 
| Cry baby | 
| Cry baby | 
| Cry | 
| I heard Pamela got a baby | 
| The woman got to feel the pain | 
| A damn shame, the child barely 17 | 
| No more goals, no more dreams for her foolery | 
| It left dear momma weak | 
| What will it do to me? | 
| Pam’s got a baby | 
| Someone’s got to feel the pain | 
| A damn shame, the child barely 17 | 
| No more goals, no more dreams for her foolery | 
| It left dear momma weak | 
| What will it do to me? |