Crack Baby Lyrics

We got a life that we don't pick

A head that we don't choose

Some stresses we can't fix

"Stay grounded" is old news

Been thinking at the back of my head plays me an old tune

About a man I knew who lived through shit 'cuz he had to

Its like his pen & pad have been the ones to only listen

He turned to liquor & the mic it's like his soul was missing

Steady wishing to wake up from what is phony fiction

Living with a burden he ain't ask for

Wish the lord would kiss him

Because he cliquing up with gang and the thots

Like show 'em just how tough you are before you chained or you shot

I never seen you beg for change, or plead for your pops

But all I ask is that you think of little you when we talk

And all I ask is that you think of me when bending the law

Boy, I was there when you was lost and had no blood to go call

I have a family that's broken too,

I cried in your arms

So I could do the same for you, but you went fucking right off

Believe me when I say I feel you I'm not one to judge

I had a time where I sat right exactly where you was

I used to drown inside my sorrows getting lost in clubs

Just did it Saturday, convinced I was the only one

But then I thought of you

We could avoid the damage

If I had paid attention playing ball I'd probably have it

Not tryna scrape my plate

And rummage through these dirty cabinets

Crazy with this shit

I'll take these bars and she 'em magic

It takes a man to show humility and fault within

Always remember,

You don't ever need a flock to win

Embrace the pain you feel

And all the hefty mess you in

So you can tell your baby girl 'bout how you handled bizz

I seen my brodie come from dirt

The hurt can rip through the skin

That's why regardless of our cultures you were always my kin

Tried to help you out, but you stretched loyalty thin

I always looked for a way out just wish I saved you from jumping in

Can never hold a grudge just know I offered with my hand out

A place to let it spill 'cuz I was real and never ran out

I know that we were young, shit I'm just writing what I can now

Reflecting as I'm going this no filter playing jams loud

And

Although I never understood it

I guess it ain't my place, and to be frank I never shook it

Coping come in forms you chose the latter like a rookie

But no one steered you right I felt like shit for just assuming

'Cuz I had time away from family too

No one to talk to when I'm feeling in a chatty mood

Empty bleachers, learned to play the sport with attitude

Cheerleaders were the motive

While the rest had momma after school

Gangbanging & politics was never for the kid

I take my heart & put it in a verse I'm trippin' in

My brodie has to bang his block because of his address

The only reason I excuse the shit he stepping in

It's like I'm in my bag lately

I do this for the broken homes and 650 mainly

Spittin' I been trippin'

I been going stat crazy

This joint is for my crack babies