Memoirs

I was just sittin' up in the crib the other day
Thinkin' bout how I came up from nothin
Like they say
Except when I be sayin it I mean that shit forreal
Mom and Dad was broke
I grew up poor that shit was real
700
Square foot
That shit was triflin'
Four of us
No air
That shit was stifling
Had to get up outta there
That's what my momma say
Get your ass up out of bed to school
And make them grades
Daddy like to drink a lot
He workin' all the days
Momma taught the special ed
But that shit never pays
Pickin' up a second job
Them bills be gettin' late
Never mind them kids
They got each other they okay
I was seven years of age
My parents went they separate ways
Twelve came to the house too many times
But that's okay
Remember holdin' my little brother
While I'm sayin
It'll be alright no, need to cry
Cause they just playin'

But it really ain't no game I ever heard before
Why momma cryin' lyin on the sofa though
Really ain't no game I ever wanna play
Had to make a difference what my momma say

Middle school
Thirteen
My homie went and got a fuckin tool
No beam
He lied and played it cool
So clean
Until that motherfuckin' trigger pulled
Till that trigger pulled
Suicide all on the mind
Is bad weight
Had a homie's funeral
Before my first date
How he looked up in the hospital
Still haunt me to the day
And when I go to sleep
I still see his face
I'm fuckin traumatized
Yet, still I rise
Yes
Like Angelou handin' you the keys
To yo own fate
So it be ill advised
To
Avert your eyes
The revolution is losing the televised debate
They tellin' lies we hate
Apologize too late
I'm still losin' my friends
Another died today
I got to find away
To get up out of this place
I'm sick of tired of trying and nothing
Going my way

Cause it really ain't a game I ever wanna play
Gotta make a difference what my momma say