Family Tree
Mama bring home a good daddy,
since I ain't never had one.
Don't I deserve to have a better tomorrow?
Go loosely,
Tryin to make this house a home.
Lord knows it's somewhat impossible to raise us alone.
And my brother ain't gone never know how to be a man through you.
See he already got false sense of what a man is,
His daddy,
Our first,
Quenched throats through courage-
Now he got po'up syndrome.
Walkin around with Gibeau saggin off his waist,
Claiming colors and area codes on his forearm...
But we ain't never stayed no where long.
And even Granny think thuggin cute.
Suite yourself we get high together,
So now everthang supposed to be copacetic.
Puff that magic dragon.
My daddy throw fist for a livin'
Uh-huh...My brother do too.
Daddy always fightin my mama,
So when I grow up-
I wanna man who loves me that much.
Just don't black my eye today,
You'll mess up my hoe sale.
We fell on the same ground...
Mama I swear I'll be like you,
become unglued,
and do that dude-if he promise to pay me well.
And I'll mirror what you taught me,
practicin on my boyfriend,
then doin it for a livin.
She says a good man is hard to find.
So I'll keep in mind to f*ck all the bad ones.
Pocket that change-turn those tricks.
Don't come wit no bullshit nigga,
This here my profession.
I don't spread legs for free.
The only thing passed down is the legacy of me
letting you
treat me this way.
"You love me, it's special"
Use what you got
To get what you need.
Take it back-
Cause I know you want too.
My mama meant well!
She just couldn't see the damage in the imagery of being jilted
into less than a woman's worth.
And we never listen to what you said anyway,
We just made sure to mimic what you did.
since I ain't never had one.
Don't I deserve to have a better tomorrow?
Go loosely,
Tryin to make this house a home.
Lord knows it's somewhat impossible to raise us alone.
And my brother ain't gone never know how to be a man through you.
See he already got false sense of what a man is,
His daddy,
Our first,
Quenched throats through courage-
Now he got po'up syndrome.
Walkin around with Gibeau saggin off his waist,
Claiming colors and area codes on his forearm...
But we ain't never stayed no where long.
And even Granny think thuggin cute.
Suite yourself we get high together,
So now everthang supposed to be copacetic.
Puff that magic dragon.
My daddy throw fist for a livin'
Uh-huh...My brother do too.
Daddy always fightin my mama,
So when I grow up-
I wanna man who loves me that much.
Just don't black my eye today,
You'll mess up my hoe sale.
We fell on the same ground...
Mama I swear I'll be like you,
become unglued,
and do that dude-if he promise to pay me well.
And I'll mirror what you taught me,
practicin on my boyfriend,
then doin it for a livin.
She says a good man is hard to find.
So I'll keep in mind to f*ck all the bad ones.
Pocket that change-turn those tricks.
Don't come wit no bullshit nigga,
This here my profession.
I don't spread legs for free.
The only thing passed down is the legacy of me
letting you
treat me this way.
"You love me, it's special"
Use what you got
To get what you need.
Take it back-
Cause I know you want too.
My mama meant well!
She just couldn't see the damage in the imagery of being jilted
into less than a woman's worth.
And we never listen to what you said anyway,
We just made sure to mimic what you did.
ebstewart,2006
sweated techniquespublishing
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sweated techniquespublishing
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