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I REGRET EVERYTHING (2008)
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Listen up, Mama, we gotta take some time
To have heart to heart or I'll commit a crime
See it all began not two years ago
When I's dealin' crack out on the West Coast
A nigga out here, he gotta make a livin'
Even if it means going off to prison
Ma, you worked hard every night at Hardees
While all us kids bought weed and partied
It was the life, but I wanted me some cash
So on 9/13 I scored me a stash
Then I went out and I hit the streets
Pushin' my crack to make ends meet
Ma, you didn't know
You be flippin' burgers
Ma, you had no clue
You be workin' drive-thru
Ben-iss started growin' when I capped me some thugs
I rule the black-market on all the black drugs
And real fast I got a Dealer Payroll
Takin' control, an' stealin' nigga souls
I asked for your microwave, but you wouldn't listen
So I had to cook my crack in the kitchen
Then you just started bitchin' and bitchin'
How's I to know you'd be itchin' an' twitchin'
Now ya' up here all 'lone in your room
Curled up, sweatin, burning all the spoons
Mama, you know I gotta eat my Wheaties
Them thickburgers gave me fuckin' diabetes
And where the hell did all my insulin go?
You know that shit won't get you stoned?
Just 'cause the shit comes in a syringe
Don't mean it'll take your brain off the hinge
Ma, put down the crack
It won't do you no good
Ma, go back to work
Bring me home free burgers
I'll tell you, ma, you gotta care for you kids
Put down the crack, stand up, get serious
You know where I found my little bro' Tyrell?
Bent over your crack, takin' a smell
An' I ain't talkin' bout the crack-o-yo-ass
I'm talkin' 'bout yo crack rock sittin' on the glass
You know the lil' tyke's only six years old
An' he already don't do what he's told
Like just the other day, I said, "Put down the glock."
He said, "Sure, just don't call the cops."
Ma, We can't have that shit in the house
That's not for the inside, only for the out
Ma, I don't know how all this happened
You smart enough fo' genome mappin'
But I can't acheive my fortune and glory
When you smokin' up all my inventory
Listen up, son, you don't really know
My life just ain't worth livin' no more
Ever since ya' dad took off that night
Life just don't seem all that bright
You see, son, things they keep gettin' worse
My job, my kids, my house, my purse
I've fought my tears for 19 years
I kept my dears safe from my fears
But now it's all done, you out in the world
Fightin' a war you ain't seen before
There's nothin' I can do, my hands are tied
Ain't nothin' I can say to get through your pride
I don't care none if I hit this pipe
It beats flippin' burgers for 7 straight nights
Cause when I ignite everything's alright
The darkest night turns nice and bright
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