Nahlidge
Nique
Lookin` past my star studded, turned broken dreams
Out my bedroom window, thru the holes in the screen
Bared witness to some things that ain`t posed to be seen
Under the moonlight, layin` under rosary beads
I free fall, slowly gettin` close to the ground
Up the street, I can hear the drunks pokin` around
For them empty beer cans wit a coke and a smile
Tryna skate from the world that keeps holdin` `em down
Round the corner, spot a hustler, duckin` the cops
But by day he play a thug nigga runnin` the block
Across from him, is a fiend who just wanted a high
And in `er belly lays a son that just wanted a life
And in that son dies potential, coulda changed the world
Or birthed new faith into the fiend`s baby girl
Who`s at home, on the couch, left cryin` and sick
Cuz her mother sells `er body when she`s dyin` for hits
Looking past the shame and the voice of my mom
Out the bedroom window - smoke is poisoning my lungs
A whore house, no father, just a strain on our lives
Me and at least 6 of them got the same color eyes
Too ashamed, so I cry and it kills for her to love me
Sit in filth with no will, I'll get a meal if I'm lucky
I'm at the stage of alarm, getting raised to be harmed
More exchange of affection with the vein in her arm
Now I pray for better days as I whisper at night
Locked down during the day, I know what prison is like
No heat, no food. She say's I'm useless, a heckler
The coldness of her heart got me used to the weather
No where to ever go, but the glory's so tempting
My life is pure hell - a story with no ending
Except to live in fear. Never to live life calmly
My only fate is to be and live just like mommy