Questions Slaughterhouse

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[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]
I start this record, not knowing how Imma start this record
This that drop-out hood talk with the Harvard effort
Hear me out, you niggas got a second, your boy is unsteady
I'm tired of talking already
And I ain't said shit, but here goes
My life is hectic, my mother's a diabetic, her sugar be high, I'm headed
To doctors with her to fire questions, I hope the replying message ain't dialysis
I'm cry and let it out, my mother die, forget it
I'll fire shots and get it in for every lying shot of insulin and keep my finger itching for that finger prick
Because stupid ass, wack ass gadget that kept her finger dripping blood
Me and my moms was different in that kitchen smoking bud cause she ain't want me outside rolling them while cops is outside rolling
Couldn't see her boy behind them bars
She said 'boy, your whole life gon change behind them bars
Or sixteens or whatever yall call them, my boy's a star'
I do so much praying, I've been hurting my knees
How such a sweet lady, gets such a hurtful disease
I guess for sweet ladies, this is the perfect disease
But please don't take my mommy God, please just be her bodyguard
I'll lose it if she's gone, definitely won't be doing music while I mourn
Probably end up doing something stupid, don't respond
The thought of it got me staring at this Ruger
And guess who's the person I would use it on
You've been warned God!
I hope you listening close, you take Michelle from me
And you'll be getting us both
I know suicide is a sin, but let me grab that pound and just fire it in
Either that or stick around and die within
Or you can make her better...
Said you can make her better
Why won't you make her better, I know she can't live forever I just need a lil more time for us to play together
She my best friend