BLENDED FAMILY

They wasn't eating good

At least they was out the hood

Times are hard working two or three jobs

Life and times of a single black mom

No shoulder to lean on, no shoulder to cry on

No man in the home, but life goes on

Still rapping and shit like "We

Bout to be on" (Righ)

Shit you tell yourself just

To keep keeping on (Righ)

But pace yourself cause the journey is long

Here I am, years later, singing this song

(Righ, Righ)

Now I'm a pre-teen and me

And mom hardly speak

If I don't call her, then she don't call me

(tuh) in high school when I turned sixteen

Had a car that barely drove

But was given to me

I would ride around the city

I was hardly home (Righ)

Pops ain't want us in the hood

So often I was gone (Righ)

Often I would roam, often in the zone

And I don't even smoke

From school it's off to work

I gave up sports, cause I got to make it work

(Righ)

Eight of us in a three bedroom home (Righ)

So often I was gone, often I would roam

Remember getting arrested, cops took me home

Pops waited by the door like

"Where we go wrong?"

But made it out the hood alive with no kids

I'm grown i was at Lee's house when

I answered the phone

G Stack on the line said

"Your sister dead gone"

God you dead wrong

How you call her home with two kids at home

Blood or no blood you are still my own

I'm still crying through these songs

Still rapping and shit like "We

Bout to be on"

I picked myself up, nobody put me on

Lift as you climb, clean as you cook

Write my story as I go, easier than it looks

(Righ, Righ)

Still rapping and shit like "We

Bout to be on" (Like "We bout to be on")

(Like "We bout to be on")

Shit you tell yourself just

To keep keeping on (Just to keep keeping on)

(Just to keep keeping on)

Still rapping and shit like "We

Bout to be on" (Like "We bout to be on")

(Like "We bout to be on")

Shit you tell yourself just

To keep keeping on (Just to keep keeping on)

(Just to keep keeping on)