I'm finally back home but this time shit seems different
not everything is changed though only certain specifics for instance
Im still living in the crib even though moms is still bitchin
who could blame her,
imagine finding raw cleaning through your sons things then
she thought i had been sniffing but i didn't
I was only pitching in the entrance of my building
moms couldn't beleive it she changed the lock so I couldn't get in
I thought she was kidding I mean I was just a kid then
so i went back to the streets to get back to business
sleeping on benches paying bums for guinesses
It was two weeks then my birthday hit
thinking my moms probably aint got me a birthday gift
I was sixteen on my own fast food going through me
drinking fifths of bacardi daily even started smoking woolies
hanging in my niggas crib to charge the nextel
then moms called in tears I could tell she hadn't slept well
crying come home please cause this shit is so stressful
she sorry and i accepted but I ain't ready to come home yet still
she told me things wouldn't be in the same way
I beleived her, I was home by the end of the same day
but shit hasn't changed much still in the game cooking caine up
Still giving my mom pain raising her blood pressure
Moms still crying when she find drugs in the dresser
Still stressing, Still giving lecures like "They are going to arrest ya"
she still make an effort to correction, still love me affectionatley
Not a only child but she gives all her attention to me
It was a challenge to break the old habits
My mom used to put her foot down she wouldn't have it
eversince I came back she still emotionally damaged
but she accept the fact that god planned it
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Originally Posted by Stunee
