Tearz

My childhood years was spent in cemeteries, Seeing my peers, Many tears, that I have shed for niggaz disappeared, It's been a bad year, now with depressed memories, Drinking Hennessey, to dry away my misery, Trapped since birth, a young nigga livin in curse, It's getting worse, until I'm covered up in dirt, The pain it hurts, That be the reason why I blast first, Cuz I refuse to be a victim in the black hurst, Will I ever find another way, Even though I pray, Judgment day, Ain't far away, But I'm trapped in this thug livin & sinnin, Forgive me mama for all my drug dealin,