MOM

So this is rock bottom, the lows of the lows

Where you're buried in problems with nowhere to go

They say it gets better, but how should I know?

They call this rock bottom, but I call it home

I call it home

Yo, I don't know what it's like to be addicted to pills

But I do know what it's like to be a witness to kills

Mama told me she loved me, I'm thinking this isn't real

I think of you when I get a whiff of that cigarette smell, yeah

Welcome to the bottom of hell, they say pain is a prison

Let me out of my cell, you say you proud of me