Days Like This

I thank god for them free lunches In the summertime Fridge was empty
We got food stamps but was number 9
From place to place On section eight
We moved like all the time
If you heard that I was up
Man they wasn't lying
Circumstances put the thug in me
Less fortunate went to school
They called me ugly
I was the brightest out my class
We ain't have a lot of cash
We ain't have a lot of anything
To brag about
We use to run extension cords
From our neighbors house
We used to eat on crates
We ain't even have a couch
Hard times they just kept getting harder middle of the winter
Washing up in cold water
Then I got older yeah yeah when I had my son I made A vowel
I swore if I was down He would never feel it
Teach him sky's the limit
Stack it fore he spend it
They ain't trynna give then you gotta

Go go get it on your own
Go go get it on your own Sometimes you gotta
Go go get it on ya own
Get it on your own
Get it on your own
Momma said that they'll be days like this
Days like this
Momma said that they'll be days like this
Days like

Man our phone was disconnected
It was hard to reach us
All my clothes came from the good will Had to barrow sneakers
On a cot with metal spring
That's where I laid my head
The ceiling leaked when it would rain Felt like I peed the bed
Lawd
Man I ain't never seen my momma cry so hard
She laid her head in my lap
I watched her fall apart
She was hurting
I couldn't do nothing bout it
Heart broken they the memories Thatll up your child hood
I aint going back to sleep on the floor
Roaches on my face
No hinges on the door
Kerosene heater
Is how we would dry the clothes
Now when she walk in the mall
She can buy the whole store
I tell her

Go go get it on your own
Go go get it on your own Sometimes you gotta Go go get it on ya own Get it on your own
Get it on your own
Momma said that they'll be days like this
Days like this
Momma said that they'll be days like this
Days like this



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Writer(s): Tynisha Teagle
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