It makes me unhappy when brothers make babies and leave a young mother to be a pappy.
Even a genius has his questions.
We probaly in hell already, our dumb asses not knowin, everybody kissin ass to go to heaven aint goin.
I know it seems hard sometimes but remember one thing. Through every dark night, there's a bright day after that. So no matter how hard it get, stick your chest out, keep ya head up.... and handle it.
I turn to a life of crime cause I came from a broken family.
I was looking for a father, he was gone. I hung around with the thugs, and even though they sold drugs, they showed a young brother love.