My mammy, is never happy, until the first of the month
My pappy’s, head is nappy, and he always gets drunk
My brother, stays in trouble, with the local P.D.
My sister, how I miss her, because she lives in the street
My doctor, couldn’t stop her, when she cried from the pain
My preacher, couldn’t reach her, with his clout down the drain.
I had a dream, I grew some wings, and like a bird I could fly
I think I need, a trampoline, so I can touch the sky
My veins, are full of cocaine, and I still ain’t high
Ain’t no wonder, I need an onion, so my eyes can cry.
I needed plusses, got disgusted, so I ad-libbed
Now the minus, is all behind us, because I had-skills
Snatching purses, dodging hearses, cutting bad- deals.
Gift of gab, times were bad, I had a talk with the Lord
“Got nothing left, I need your help, before I fall on my sword”.
He gave an answer, “Pull off that pamper, and put your man drawers on
Get out that bed, do what I said, you have to do when you’re grown”.
Hallelujah, no excuses, for being as lame as a duck
Put down that pipe, did what was right, got my a$$ on the bus.
Minimum wage, maximum days, but I’m the king on my throne
I passed the test, the LORD will BLESS, THE CHILD who works for his own.
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