Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mama's Pride & Joy, artist - X-Raided.
Date of issue: 10.02.2016
Song language: English
Mama's Pride & Joy |
It’s been on every day since they cut the umbilical chord |
Been on a mission since my circumcision |
Destined to be hard-core |
74 the year the Steelers whipped on Minnesota |
July 30 was the day that mama had a soldier |
My big sister older than me by four years |
Fed me when I was hungry and dried up all my tears |
But I was a mama’s boy spoiled to the core |
Fifteen years later I became X-Raided |
Hard headed and don’t regret it |
My mama told me to chill but I ignored her when she said it |
Cuz by the time I was fifteen, I felt like I was twenty |
Always wanted more even though I had plenty |
I was honor be? |
no matter what mama say |
Kickin it with Joshua, my Terry O, and Johnny Ray |
Acting crazy cuz crazy was my nature |
Gangsta rituals hereditary |
Sometimes its scary cuz I think I hate ya |
What could I have done to get myself a better life |
Go to college and have some kids after I met a wife |
I’m a non believer but leave it to beaver |
Cuz in the neighborhood I grew up being what? |
It wasn’t nothing but a gang of niggas like me |
One put in the grave, the other in the penitentiary |
It wasn’t nothing else to destroy except for myself |
The creation of my mama’s pride and joy |
1974, The president was Nixon |
The cut the umbilical chord and did the circumcision |
I was eight pounds, eight ounces |
A bouncing baby boy |
America’s nightmare, my mama’s pride and joy |
Now mama I never meant to cause so much pain |
Gettin suspended from school, stealing cars, and running with gangs |
I only wanted to be a man but never knew how |
Only if I knew then what I know now |
It would be a different story you would be glorified |
Treated like a queen and put up on a pedestal way high |
I can’t deny it, I did wrong |
But mama I tried to be strong, but I didn’t fit in |
Didn’t belong |
And papa didn’t stick around to keep us safe and sound |
Dysfunctional family and nobody to handle me down to do whatever |
Thought I was clever but I ended up |
Stuck in the penitentiary with forever |
And a minute don’t go by that I don’t reminisce about the days |
Mama held me in her arms keeping me out of harms way |
Can you tell me, how did mamas baby become a killer |
Who turned this African into an American nigga |
With rage in my soul |
Tearin me apart got me mad at the world with so much pain in my heart |
From the start |
Columbus and his boys was on a mission to destroy |
Mama’s pride and joy |
I wish my life didn’t turn out the way it had |
If I could only do it all again but at last |
It’s too late for all that coulda shoulda woulda mess |
And I’m way too strong to be walkin around sad and depressed |
But I get mad when I think about the way it is |
And the way it was when me and my big sister was kids |
Who’s to blame |
It’s a shame |
I’m so confused and deep in my soul I feel the pain |
Mama it’s true, I don’t know where I came from |
Where am I headed |
When will it all be? |
instead of hectic |
My childhood was non existent |
My sister had to be a woman at sixteen with no assistance |
Where was your god when my life was going down the drain |
Late at night didn’t you hear me calling out his name |
Or was it meant for me to be a black sheep when all I wanted to be was happy |
Now how hard could that be |
For mama’s pride and joy |