yo
where's my life
I'm emotionally dead yo
yea
yo, yo
Have u ever been abused or missused by family or friends// I have I've been melested and brused by family and friends// Wicked times// with wicked crimes// look at the ryemes// sick as the mother fucking man thats in mind// all these hopeless emotions run deep as notions unfolding//hatred twords parents for doing nothing but knowing// anger inside from not coping// hell i wanna stop breathing// having flashbacks of those mournings not doing nothing but greving// leaving with a hate as deep as hells mouth// see it gets to me but I won't let it bring me down// Look at me wow// ur gonna get pissed at me now// cause' i'mma bitch at u now//
Tell me momma// y u let him get away// he should've been jail bate// and now I'm here cleaning out my closet//one more time// I said Tell me momma// y u let him get away// he should've been jail bate//and now I'm here cleaning out my closet//
yo I got no love cause' I lost it// I no longer know how to show it// but theres a reason fo' it// and I'mma make sure everyone knows it// I'll take u back to 93'// before I ever knew how to ryeme u see// I was a kid mabey I was just only six years// my faggot uncle musta had his panties up in his rear// cause' he's sick I wished he would die// and when he gets out of jail I hope he dosn't come around to say hi// I look at Martel and I couldn't picture leaving him with that guy// cause I really do hate him and I'd do my best to just try// to keep him away and make sure that he's safe// I'll do whatever it takes// I know I'm only 18 but I'm old enough to put a man in his grave// wat he did was stupid no dout it was dumb// he's never done anything smart he was always a bum// and I'mma kill him put a bullet in his dome// it's my life I'd like to welcome ya'll to the place I call home//
Tell me momma// y u let him get away// he should've been jail bate// and now I'm here cleaning out my closet//one more time// I said Tell me momma// y u let him get away// he should've been jail bate//and now I'm here cleaning out my closet//
Now I'mma bitch at u momma and u know y I'm bitching// take a second just listen// put urself in my position// just try to invision// being sexuall abused in the family room while ur moms right next door in the kitchen// listen// I'm on a payback mission// going through emotional breakdowns// full of nothing but hate now// my whole life I was told it gets better but it dosen't// now I've grown up and u know it didn't just happen to me it happened to my cousins// y didn't u tell the police on him ma' ?// It was too embarresing ha' ? // but guess wat ur getting older now and I'll soon be moving out// and Martel's growning up so quick he's gonna know wat ur about// and once I move out believe I'm not coming back to this house// thats for sure no dout// see wat hurts me the most is u won't admit he was wrong// so go along// keep telling urself that jail isn't where he belongs// but how dare u try to say wat he did wasen't wrong// u stupid bitch// I hope u fucking pay worse then he did// Remember when Lenny died and u adopted the Martel// Well if he tries it to him I'll send him to hell//
Tell me momma// y u let him get away// he should've been jail bate// and now I'm here cleaning out my closet//one more time// I said Tell me momma// y u let him get away// he should've been jail bate//and now I'm here cleaning out my closet//