Troubled Past
What do you know about watching your own mother cutting her wrist
Right infront of you when you were just a little kid
Witnessing your father smoking crack from the crack pipe
Commotion in the A.M. waking up to watching your mom and dad fight
Dad was in and out of jail, growing up with only a mother wanting to give up on life
Every weekend all you ever heard was commotion outside
Cause my dad was feeling tough with the alcohol inside
Everyday I wanted to play in the park
But had to come in as soon as it got dark
That's when the arguments would happen
And that's when my mom would be unconscious
Cause my dad would hit her and throw her around
Cops showing up at the doorstep now
My sister always took me in for a night
Cause I had nowhere else to stay after mom and dad's fight
Dad's in jail for a few years now
Turning thirteen years old
mother having a hard time coping with being alone
Working the graveyard shift trying to make ends meet
My crackhead birthmother was always the one to watch me
Never knew about my birthfather til' I was eighteen
Found out he died when I was thirteen so what good does that do me?
At least I have a picture of him holding me when I was a baby
Still couldn't find out his identity til I met my brothers and sister
Junior, Tim, Arlene, Keneana Margret Mentuck, that's family
Never knew them well but hell, at least they accepted me
I wish I could get to know them more
Got our own shit to do but I love them as much as anyone loves their family
Right infront of you when you were just a little kid
Witnessing your father smoking crack from the crack pipe
Commotion in the A.M. waking up to watching your mom and dad fight
Dad was in and out of jail, growing up with only a mother wanting to give up on life
Every weekend all you ever heard was commotion outside
Cause my dad was feeling tough with the alcohol inside
Everyday I wanted to play in the park
But had to come in as soon as it got dark
That's when the arguments would happen
And that's when my mom would be unconscious
Cause my dad would hit her and throw her around
Cops showing up at the doorstep now
My sister always took me in for a night
Cause I had nowhere else to stay after mom and dad's fight
Dad's in jail for a few years now
Turning thirteen years old
mother having a hard time coping with being alone
Working the graveyard shift trying to make ends meet
My crackhead birthmother was always the one to watch me
Never knew about my birthfather til' I was eighteen
Found out he died when I was thirteen so what good does that do me?
At least I have a picture of him holding me when I was a baby
Still couldn't find out his identity til I met my brothers and sister
Junior, Tim, Arlene, Keneana Margret Mentuck, that's family
Never knew them well but hell, at least they accepted me
I wish I could get to know them more
Got our own shit to do but I love them as much as anyone loves their family
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Writer(s): Jason Ross
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