paroles de chanson Momma Was A Junkie - Esham
[Esham]
Mama
was
a
junkie,
sometimes
I
used
to
wonder.
Whether
she
would
better
of
a
live
or
six
feet
under.
Late
nights
go
by
no
sleep,
born
into
a
junkies
world,
Its
so
deep.
Crack
pipes,
crack
valves,
cracked
up
person.
Somedays
its
bad
and
otehr
days
much
worst.
Used
to
never
go
to
sleep
in
fear,
trying
to
hid
the
pain.
And
front
like
i
didnt
care.
The
neighborhood
knew
just
what
had
happen
to
me,
At
night
they
said
the
devil
was
rappin
to
me.
But
on
the
streets
I
could
feel
my
mothers
heartbeat,
And
everytime
she
gets
frightened,
It
quickly
repeats.
The
way
a
junkie
lives
and
what
the
junkie
gives,
Hard
times,
and
problems
and
stress
with
their
own
kids,
No
sense
in
rehibilation,
growing
up
in
humilation,
The
aroma
of
base
makes
me
choak.
I
could
almost
Die
of
the
crack
smoke.
Different
men,
going
out,
And
coming
in
and
in
my
eyes
I
witnessed
the
first
Peoples
sin,
and
I
was
only
three,
they
thought
i
couldnt,
See.
But
in
my
eyes
Momma
was
a
junkie.
[Chorus]
[Esham]
J-U-N-K-I-E
to
me
some
close
their
eyes
and
try
not
to
See.
But
you
can
still
smell
the
sin
just
as
well
my
Mothers
unconscience
and
trapped
in
hell.
Now
here
life
is
on
line
(line)
Stuck
to
the
grind(grind)
Time
after
time(time)
Shes
on
my
mind(mind)
Im
thinking
how
could
this
happen
to
my
mother
not
me
bro,
But
some
nigga
in
my
hood
is
slangin
kilos.
He's
got
a
spot
around
the
corner
fucked
up
crib,
Lord
forgive
her
for
all
the
things
she
did.
Im
thinking
where
was
the
police
when
she
was
Buyin
this,
but
i
know
that
the
police
could
Give
a
fuck
less.
about
a
another
basehead,
In
the
street.
But
they
rather
pretend
they
dont
see
it
When
they
walk
the
beat,
a
black
cop
aint
good
for
shit
But
black
male
and
he
knows
that
my
mothers
out
there
Smoking
yale,
but
black
cops
are
blind
they
cant
see
Because
in
my
eyes
momma
was
a
junkie.
[Chorus]
[Esham]
Mama
lived
the
fast
life,
pregnant
at
14,
Back
in
those
days
it
wasnt
crack
it
was
heroin,
Shot
it
in
her
viens
to
try
to
ease
the
pain,
An
unplanned
pregnancy
was
made
then
I
came,
Straight
from
the
wound
to
witness
my
mama's
doom,
In
and
my
heard,
i
knew
it
that
its
coming
soon.
Of
all
these
junkism
nieghborhood
critisizm,
Her
mind
was
gone,
i
felt
she
needed
a
exorcism.
Speedballin
booze
and
the
fast
times
pretty
soon,
My
mama
lost
her
whole
fucking
mind,
adc
welfare
Recieptent,
three
children,
not
enought
defadent.
Few
good
times,
only
badtimes
and
worst
from
speedballin
Her
motherfuckin
bursts.
I
wish
i
coulda
said
I
love
you
Before
she
left,
now
my
mind
forever
haunted
with
my
Mama's
death,
I
asked
my
self
how
could
this
happen
to
Me
my
mother
o.d.
cuz
my
mama
was
a
junkie.
[Chorus]
1 Nine Dead Bodies
2 Boogieman Intro
3 How Do I Plead To Homicide
4 I'd Rather Be Dead
5 Momma Was A Junkie
6 Once U Go Black
7 Makin More Music
8 Hit And Run
9 Thinking To Myself
10 Fallen Angel
11 I Met This Girlie
12 Acid
13 Devilish Mood
14 My Last Words
15 Losing My religion
16 Judgement Day
17 Living In Incest
18 Play Dead
19 13 Ways
20 Finger In The Cake Mix
21 The Devil Gets Funky
22 Crib Death
23 Dead By Day
24 Wake The Dead
25 Dumb Bitch
26 U Wanna Know Something
27 Hoe Role
28 Dyin To Be Down
29 Sell Me Yo Soul
30 We Gots Some Nonbelievers
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