C.M.C

mom listen i know,
i know your guilt the blame,
the pain you felt, i aint turning just strving for fame,
i dont wanna you to melt, just play game,
i know that its hard,
and i know that lifes plays a shit card,
just dont quit push on fuckin bombard,
when you where beaten and you beat,
when i was sleepin under your feet,
and when i was creepin, writtin to the beat,
you where sniffin feelin seucure and complet,
fuck your nose your six feet deep,
my sister novs coming home quick,
blinded too man shes a drone flicked from dick yeah.. 1996,
you want my dad hit too,
got another scare and its sad shit boo,
years hurt the heart then your pad quit his through,
glad im legit feel like i know kung fu,
and yes,
1996,
is a birth,
well whats worse,
losing life or living life with thirst,
we're cursed drugs sex and money im about to birst,
shortys so sexy,
son's so welthy
dads metally unhealthy
and moms still filthy
um tired of the 50's she just stole a 50,
and like 50 made it to cents to dollars,
i can make it in the rap game make a fuckin holler,