[Skit: The Education of Sonny Carson]
'What they give you, blood?'
Three months, man
Whatchu doin in here anyway? You oughta be home with your momma. How old are you boy?'
Thirteen
'Thirteen? Damn, the bastards must be runnin' outta niggas to arrest.'
[Intro: Ghostface Killah & Mary J. Blige]
Yeah, ohh yeah, this goes out
To all the families that went through the struggle
(All that I got is you)
Yeah, from the heart
(And I'm so thankful I made it through)
It was all from the heart, everything was real
[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
Yo, dwellin' in the past, flashbacks when I was young
Whoever thought that I'd have a baby girl and three sons
I'm goin' through this difficult stage, I find it hard to believe
Why my Old Earth had so many seeds
But she's her own woman, due to me I respect that
I saw life for what it's really worth and took a step back
Family ain't family no more, we used to play ball
Eggs after school, eat grits cause we was poor
Grab the pliers for the channel, fix the hanger on the TV
Rockin' each others pants to school wasn't easy
We survived winters, snotty nosed with no coats
We kept it real, but the older brother still had jokes
Sadly, Daddy left me at the age of six
I didn't know nothing but mommy neatly packed his shit
She cried and Grandma held the family down
I guess mommy wasn't strong enough, she just went down
Check it, fifteen of us in a three bedroom apartment
Roaches everywhere, cousins and aunts was there
Four in the bed, two at the foot, two at the head
I didn't like to sleep with Jon-Jon he peed the bed
Seven o'clock, pluckin' roaches out the cereal box
Some shared the same spoon, watchin' Saturday cartoons
Sugar water was our thing, every meal was no frill
In the summer, free lunch held us down like steel
And there were days I had to go to Tech's house with a note
Stating, "Gloria, can I borrow some food, I'm dead broke"
So embarrassin' I couldn't stand to knock on their door
My friends might be laughin', I spent stamps in stores
"Mommy where's the toilet paper?" "Use the newspaper!"
Look Ms. Rose gave us a couch, she's the neighbor
Things was deep, my whole youth was sharper than cleats
Two brothers with muscular dystrophy
It killed me but I remember this, moms would lick her finger tips
To wipe the cold out my eye before school with her spit
Caseworker had her running back to face to face
I caught a case, housin' tried to throw us out of our place
Sometimes I look up at the stars and analyze the sky
And ask myself was I meant to be here, why?
'What they give you, blood?'
Three months, man
Whatchu doin in here anyway? You oughta be home with your momma. How old are you boy?'
Thirteen
'Thirteen? Damn, the bastards must be runnin' outta niggas to arrest.'
[Intro: Ghostface Killah & Mary J. Blige]
Yeah, ohh yeah, this goes out
To all the families that went through the struggle
(All that I got is you)
Yeah, from the heart
(And I'm so thankful I made it through)
It was all from the heart, everything was real
[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
Yo, dwellin' in the past, flashbacks when I was young
Whoever thought that I'd have a baby girl and three sons
I'm goin' through this difficult stage, I find it hard to believe
Why my Old Earth had so many seeds
But she's her own woman, due to me I respect that
I saw life for what it's really worth and took a step back
Family ain't family no more, we used to play ball
Eggs after school, eat grits cause we was poor
Grab the pliers for the channel, fix the hanger on the TV
Rockin' each others pants to school wasn't easy
We survived winters, snotty nosed with no coats
We kept it real, but the older brother still had jokes
Sadly, Daddy left me at the age of six
I didn't know nothing but mommy neatly packed his shit
She cried and Grandma held the family down
I guess mommy wasn't strong enough, she just went down
Check it, fifteen of us in a three bedroom apartment
Roaches everywhere, cousins and aunts was there
Four in the bed, two at the foot, two at the head
I didn't like to sleep with Jon-Jon he peed the bed
Seven o'clock, pluckin' roaches out the cereal box
Some shared the same spoon, watchin' Saturday cartoons
Sugar water was our thing, every meal was no frill
In the summer, free lunch held us down like steel
And there were days I had to go to Tech's house with a note
Stating, "Gloria, can I borrow some food, I'm dead broke"
So embarrassin' I couldn't stand to knock on their door
My friends might be laughin', I spent stamps in stores
"Mommy where's the toilet paper?" "Use the newspaper!"
Look Ms. Rose gave us a couch, she's the neighbor
Things was deep, my whole youth was sharper than cleats
Two brothers with muscular dystrophy
It killed me but I remember this, moms would lick her finger tips
To wipe the cold out my eye before school with her spit
Caseworker had her running back to face to face
I caught a case, housin' tried to throw us out of our place
Sometimes I look up at the stars and analyze the sky
And ask myself was I meant to be here, why?
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