BLENDED FAMILY - Jerreau

If you live by the gun, you die by the same fate

So no gunplay, pops took toys away

Went over moms house, Cops N Robbers all day (Righ)

Went back to dads house, went to church on Sunday (Righ)

See Gary and Renae made at a young age

Had 2 kids then got divorced the next day

My pops got em through me, and my sister got to stay (Righ)

My mom got pregnant, baby sister on the way (Righ)

My father remarried, another daughter on the way

His wife had a daughter and a son by the way

A older daughter the boys were like the same age

I turned five then started rhyming the next day

Me and my sis moved with my pops the next day

No i ain’t want to stay, shit, who am I to say, shit

2nd grade went to school cursing like a sailor

Came back home preaching bout my savior, damn

Only God can judge me, only Jesus can save us

We in the hood lord save us, pray for us

After school, home alone, just us

Dont open door, ain’t nobody you can trust

Gunshots, drive bys, we would duck

Somebody died, thank God, none of us

One of the kids neighborhood bloods wouldn’t touch

Go sleep, wake up, do again, good luck

(Righ)

(Righ)

Now some of moms friends, I ain’t like them (Righ)

He pushed me down the stairs, I tried to fight him (Righ)

If he got to loud, shit, i would threaten him

I’d tell him «Never raise ya voice at mommy again!»

But i was only ye high, I could barely read or write

I probably couldn’t fight, but in hindsight

I only tried to do what’s right

Often I would write, a letter to the judge

Ask him if i could, move back with mom

Since she moved out the hood

Her and my little sis then she birthed my youngest sis

Next page same book

Yea ma could cook but they wasn’t eating good

At least they were out the hood

Times are hard working 2 or 3 jobs

Life and times of a single black mom

No shoulder to lean on, no shoulder to cry on

No man in the home, but life goes on

Still rapping and shit like «We bout to be on» (Righ)

Shit you tell yourself just to keep keeping on (Righ)

But pace yourself cause the journey is long

Here I am, years later, singing this song

(Righ)

(Righ)

Now I’m a pre-teen and me and mom hardly speak

If I don’t call her, then she don’t call me (tuh)

In high school when i turned 16

Had a car that barely drove, but was given to me

I would ride around the city, I was hardly home (Righ)

Pops ain’t want us in the hood so often i was gone (Righ)

Often I would roam, often in the zone

And I don’t even smoke, from school it’s off to work

I gave up sports, cuz i got to make it work (Righ)

8 of us in a 3 bedroom home (Righ)

So often i was gone, often i would roam

Remember getting arrested, cops took me home

Pops waited by the door like «Where we go wrong?»

But made it out the hood alive with no kids I’m grown

I was at Lee’s house when i answered the phone

G Stack on the line said «Your sister dead gone»

God you dead wrong, how you call her home with two kids at home

Blood or no blood you are still my own

I’m still crying through these songs

Still rapping and shit like «We bout to be on»

I picked myself up nobody put me on

Lift as you climb, clean as you cook

Write my story as I go, easier than it looks

(Righ)

(Righ)

Still rapping and shit like «We bout to be on»

(like «We bout to be on»)

(like «We bout to be on»)

Shit you tell yourself just to keep keeping on

(just to keep keeping on)

(just to keep keeping on)

Still rapping and shit like «We bout to be on»

(like «We bout to be on»)

(like «We bout to be on»)

Shit you tell yourself just to keep keeping on

(just to keep keeping on)

(just to keep keeping on)