Chorus: L: is for the liars that had surrounded me I: insecurity, my head down in these streets F: my future; there isn’t one E: ternal hope, and this is my life
I wake up every day to the same old foster mother I ain’t got no pictures of my mother She was a crack fiend, nothing like Pac-mother She didn’t make a difference Even doe she could’ve MOMMA SHAME, shame on my life Papa tried to sell me twice On the stop by Look in my eyes, bags from the tears that I cried And the people who lied Telling me that this was my place Phony tried to smile in my face But I should’ve knew something was real Smile when she open the mail Kept a nice mink on her back Meanwhile I got a goose and my gooses got patches I’m so mad, this is me I’m so hurt, this is me So why should it be But I’m a be alright
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I’m pregnant by a dude and he’s not 16 But, I like his style, his whip is mean Momma told me to find a man to take care of me And he does buy me things but he beats on me I come to her for a little advice She tolds her something’s up with a black eye, Telling me to know my place So, I stay, wait for my body phase Telling myself that it’s just a pregnancy phase When all, in reality I’m being discouraged and disrespected and under depression And I don’t really blame the man I blame my mother for not teaching me the different types of man Life never understood its stand My side of the story being that it's so consistent 18 years and 9 months developing, raising in prison I guess I'll never make a difference
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On, on from a nothing to orphans, the least of my problems Appears like déjà vu, stomach is starving Free lunch, breakfast, evenly I departed So ashamed of a life that was started I ask God if He could take the pain away He made me in denial of every word I pray Every day it's the same old no talent I’m feeling like my life is unbalanced No telling what tomorrow gonna look like, yeah right Wrapped up in a fast light for suicide act Why is my life set up for failure ya'll I can care less what the people say to ya'll We break out in rage, venting all the hurt inside Who am I to tell you what you failed to realize The voice that you hold within you, the voice that you are, the voice of the young people