Ninety Three A.K.A. 93'

if i told a story, wud you listen

Day one, a young girl mislead
she a teen livin in the world of the dead
mother and father addicted to the holy water
that aint her real mother, that aint her real father

this time brendas got a baby and she proud of it
straight threw her dreams in an overcrowded oven
another one gone, so im pourin whine
she cant live her own life, so im livin mine

nickel or dime, life is a crime
life is a poem, life is a bind
all of us lust, all of us cry
love and trust, its hard to find

heres a kid growin up in the world winds
drugs, and acohol had em at ten
at 22 he pulled a 22 on his friend
he messed around full loaded let the devil win

ninety three, the year i was born G
years later still livin like its ninety
ninety three, the year i was born G
years later still livin like its ninety

they gave em nine to three, i mean three to nine
was stackin up gettin racks, now hes doin time
he'd rather see his baby then to walk in a line
extortion, puffin purp just anotha crime

collect call to his baby momma, silly drama
she movin out to live wit her grandmomma
twenty five to life, for livin in vane
little son devilish ways, burried in shame

he couldnt maintain the drug game and do the right thang
ended up gettin ambushed by his homie kain
cocaine, bloodshed no sympathy
his daughter lost a friend no sign of empathy

its funny cuz he had his girl when he was thirteen
lil kids livin the life of billie jean
he got three kids, but only one his
thats all he ever knew, his father never cared to give

ninety three, the year i was born G
years later still livin like its ninety
ninety three, the year i was born G
years later still livin like its ninety

his daughter grew up claimin bein a gang banger
east side no lie i can feel her anger
bratt ta tat, got it tatted on her back
robbin banks, takin bank now her pockets fat

took change from the wrong person, hit on her life
she'd rather be a soccer mom or a house wife
she quit doin wrong, now she doin right
then everything came true christ in her life

she doing good got a degree and became a doctor
no prostitution the mountain couldnt get any softer
she got a raise now the womans makin six figures
baby daddy didnt get his way, go figure

domestic violence she ran dude shoulda stopped
she took her keys peelt quick drove around the block
stopped at a red light with the doors unlocked
she went to her old hood ended up gettin shot

ninety three, the year i was born G
years later still livin like its ninety
ninety three, the year i was born G
years later still livin like its ninety

her little girl no emotion she refused offers
her mommy gone she couldnt cry she just watched her
her daughter, became a lawyer not a doctor
the only difference is, she chose to live proper