broken homes

Yeah on my mama I went to jail Then my mama hit me witha bail I promised mama I'll smoke and fail Everyday I'm fighting tooth and nail Cuz these witches be on my trail I was a problem child Robbin witha glock 19 started when I was fifteen Hittin the cops with wat they ain't seen I was a bad kid roamin on the streets Then I found my purpose now on beats Now I'm on niggas feats, now people at my concerts seats I have to thank the priests For turning on a new leaf I don't fight no more I don't got beef I realize now I was crook I was thief When other people really needed money I was busy spending the money on my honey Those days were dark now they all good now they sunny Drugs were helping me Cuz I heard people screamin when I was sleeping Mama was I really worth keeping Mama workin hard everyday washing, cleaning and sweeping