/w i was young i ran away from home/ walked in the shadows afraid alone/ mama did her best /but life will throw a curve/

/w i was young i ran away from home/ walked in the shadows afraid alone/ mama did her best /but life will throw a curve/stood in line for wick /didnt have it like the suburbs/ suga on my bread and butter/ 4sister i was the only brotha/ catchin fade behind my littles /lost their brotha to the system)written letters send pitcures/. on parole haven to pay the victim tryjin change his life want be the feather and not the stone glinchen on my crome/tucked in the zone niggas know when its on /hear no speak no evill i see dead people throw a rose at my fallen love ones and. pray for the don don and my niggas àson yhe run if i was gods son why would i have to run im on demon time /no need to press rewind cuz im on demon time do he these whisper on to many drugs to stay and i tryin to sound hopeless but where im from niggas do the mostest hocuspocus turn ur ass into a gosht with the toast give a toast on post no roast