FO(u)RE' I Could Memba' Lyrics

Uh 

Look 

Look 

Sometimes you find out why you are the way you are 

After you know who you are 

Uh all my life I was told I'm the youngest of four 

Besides my mother can't remember there being one more  

Now a days bout the fifth I'm the first to plea 

On my first project ain't speak much on who was first to leave 

I guess every revelation needs a Genesis  

Fore' I could remember my parents the real Jay and B 

So when I got older I asked, "did we always struggle to eat 

She said, "Who told you?" Me and your daddy made enough to feed 

I asked her so what's his problem? Was he filled with greed? 

Was it church, was he too cheap to plant a seed?

Said your dad had many issues it never was tithing 

I thought your dad had issues thinking the pastor was hiding  

My older bro said something similar at seven years 

Last convo my older bro ain't even shed a tear 

So, the church is why he left? momma tell me more 

"You were too young when he left you were bout 4 

Before I could remember all these cold Decembers 

Nothing in life coincidental  

Been through a lot prolly hurt my mental 

Fore' I could remember 

Fore' I could remember  

No 

Look 

Most my life all I had was just us four  

But not the oldest she thought a foster home would fit her more 

Now a days she returns to play as a baby 

Making up for lost time by driving momma crazy  

Room of broken hearts, broken communication and things 

I promise she thinks makes a real family 

So when she visits, she tryna figure the recipe  

But while she's gone we try to figure the remedy ain't see her much and no one tried to Tell 

She won't be with us and also your father in jail 

That caused a disconnect in our family and killed pride 

She told the neighbors our parents ain't really provide 

Every time all he did was one night 

False narrative is all she wanna shed light 

Twenty cop cars pulling up he tryna pick her up 

Cop tells him I know you innocent but gotta cuff 

And all that girl cried wolf and jail calls 

Got me searched when I was bout four 

Got her father ducking the law 

I thought a nigga received a check for a false call 

Grew up believing our father was why I'm wild poor 

Never thought a sibling would need forgiveness for  

I always blamed myself for the fam separation 

Even though I was young and only bout four  

When the breadwinner leaves home what's your destination nigga