Momma Was A Junkie - Esham

Mama was a junkie, sometimes I used to wonder

Whether she would better of a live or six feet under

Late nights go by no sleep, born into a junkies world

Its so deep

Crack pipes, crack valves, cracked up person

Somedays its bad and otehr days much worst

Used to never go to sleep in fear, trying to hid the pain

And front like i didn’t care

The neighborhood knew just what had happen to me

At night they said the devil was rappin to me

But on the streets I could feel my mothers heartbeat

And everytime she gets frightened, It quickly repeats

The way a junkie lives and what the junkie gives

Hard times, and problems and stress with their own kids

No sense in rehibilation, growing up in humilation

The aroma of base makes me choak.

I could almost

Die of the crack smoke.

Different men, going out

And coming in and in my eyes I witnessed the first

Peoples sin, and I was only three, they thought i couldn’t

See.

But in my eyes Momma was a junkie

J-U-N-K-I-E to me some close their eyes and try not to

See.

But you can still smell the sin just as well my

Mothers unconscience and trapped in hell

Now here life is on line (line)

Stuck to the grind (grind)

Time after time (time)

Shes on my mind (mind)

Im thinking how could this happen to my mother not me bro

But some nigga in my hood is slangin kilos

He’s got a spot around the corner fucked up crib

Lord forgive her for all the things she did

Im thinking where was the police when she was

Buyin this, but i know that the police could

Give a fuck less.

about a another basehead

In the street.

But they rather pretend they dont see it

When they walk the beat, a black cop ain’t good for shit

But black male and he knows that my mothers out there

Smoking yale, but black cops are blind they can’t see

Because in my eyes momma was a junkie

Mama lived the fast life, pregnant at 14

Back in those days it wasn’t crack it was heroin

Shot it in her viens to try to ease the pain

An unplanned pregnancy was made then I came

Straight from the wound to witness my mama’s doom

In and my heard, i knew it that its coming soon

Of all these junkism nieghborhood critisizm

Her mind was gone, i felt she needed a exorcism

Speedballin booze and the fast times pretty soon

My mama lost her whole fucking mind, adc welfare

Recieptent, three children, not enought defadent

Few good times, only badtimes and worst from speedballin

Her motherfuckin bursts.

I wish i coulda said I love you

Before she left, now my mind forever haunted with my

Mama’s death, I asked my self how could this happen to

Me my mother o.d.

cuz my mama was a junkie