Crack Baby

Crack Baby

Crack Baby

The house stink, fiends layin by the bathroom sink
I think the pipeline's contaminated, nothin to drink
Busted needles in the kid's room, under the sheets
Hard to walk to school wit nothin on to cover her feet
Her mother leaves at night, but tells her which packs to be sold
'N plus she know the game enough where she'on't have to be told
She growin older by the day, momma never came back
Shorty twelve, alone at home, wit a bundle of crack
Now that's exactly, why these kids way ahead of their time
She hit a mental state of puberity, ahead of her prime
A prime example of a childhood, wit Grown-Folk tears
I hear she still livin there after thirteen years
She bear the burdens of a woman, 'n got wiser wit age
Ducked the system, no suspiscions...had her ways to get paid
I mean, she had to...as years passed, she dealt wit the time
To find, it's not what surrounds you that defines your inside
A mind's a capsule full of inspiration, waiting for placement
In a place or situation, where it won't go to waste
Complacent bitches, turned from brothers to statistics 'n shit
'N goes to show, that her position...ain't no different than this
She twenty-six, porch is clear of fiends...a lot of 'em locked in
Just came from school 'n work, when guess who decided to drop-in???
Couldn't depict the features, look deeper 'n she could see
It was her mom, not for years has she felt like a crack baby......