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Peak #5,661
Peak in subgenre #99
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Beat by Paul dabrera, lyrics by Jamal
Uploaded
May 25, 2004
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Lyrics
I remember moms
Used to hold me in her arms
Fulfillin me with the charm
Ain't no need to be alarmed
Fillin me up with the love when we were pooor
I can recall sleepin on the rug
I can't imgaine all the pain that my mom felt
Tryin to raise kids on a small wealth
Hard times was nothin but a way of life
My mom never knew she would have to sacrifice
My old man hit the road, neglected his spouse
I had no choice, now im the man of the house
The responsibilities grew at a fast rate
Now Im on the street tryin to get the cash straight
Tryin to stay up out of jail at the same time
A young G claiming fame "The Games Mine"
My old girl had my back through all the stess and drama
Sttod the test of time, In my mind I remember mama
I wish you could last forever but I've got a fools fate
I can't recall why my actions at school wasn't straight
I'm skippin class, thinkin' it's the thing to do
No education, watch what that brings to you
My old man was a crack fiend, I won't lie
Needs to change his ways, I know he won't try
Everytime he came around it was mad drama
I couldn't take it, always hittin on my mama
He had no idea, he was breakin me down
I was screamin out loud without makin a sound
one day I just snapped, and to my suprise
stood up to my dad, looked him dead in his eyes
I guess God gave me strength to deal with that
I told my old man he gotta chill with that
No more beatin on my mom, better watch that
I'm a man now, so you better squash that
I remember...
She was down for me, everytime I fell
Mama had to come and get me out the county jail
Look at me, in a courtroom facin time
Hopin the judge, reduced my crime
Mama never used to fuss but I knew she was hurt
Look at me on the streetcorner puttin in work
I tried to hide the fact I was layin rocks
Mama used to find crack bags in my socks
I would lie until the day they wasn't mine
But you can rest assured that in due time
It all came to the light and she knew the scoops
I was wildin out runnin with the wrong groups
Mama needed me so I had to change my style
And on top of that we're lookin at a brand new child
I aint got no time for havin cops chasin me
Realizing, that jail aint the place to be.
I remember...
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