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King Gordy No Lights


[Intro:]
How y'all doin ladies and gentlemen?
My name is King Barry Gordy
And... I have a story for y'all
You know somebody that went through it
I don't care where you from...
East, West, midwest, South, please listen

[Chorus:]
Momma why we ain't got no lights?
Why do you and auntie fight over a pipe?
Why all these roaches at night?
Why my uncle always come and steal every thing in sight?
Why different guys pick up my sister every day of her life?
Why my brother n his homies always blazing that indo?
Why they sellin crack and blowin it in your basement window?
Momma why you send me to school hungry and never clean?
I'm gettin teased cause my clothes smell like kerosene

[Verse 1:]
I can see my breath in my own house
I notice the eviction notice on the door so I guess we finna get thrown out
Momma please pay the rent when your next check come
She can barely spit out a word cause her mouth is so numb
And big brother I can't believe you
You ridin in cars with these two
And you know we need food
You sellin 'cane outta here
Drunk felons hang out in here
You ain't hearing things loud and clear, is you?
You know momma can't take care of us
Face it nigga, you our parents, bro
Cause all our sister wanna do is do her hair and f..ck
She's the neighborhood rat, all the homies hit it
All the hood niggaz hit it, started yellin at the trick
Me and her don't even kick it
Her conversation strictly money and niggaz
So she just be senseless
Never though a nigga life would ever be this bold
I shouldn't even be seeing this shit b only ten years old

[Chorus:]
Momma why we ain't got no lights?
Why do you and auntie fight over a pipe?
Why all these roaches at night?
Why my uncle always come and steal every thing in sight?
Why different guys pick up my sister every day of her life?
Why my brother n his homies always blazing that indo?
Why they sellin crack and blowin it in your basement window?
Momma why you send me to school hungry and never clean?
I'm gettin teased cause my clothes smell like kerosene

[Verse 2:]
My brother's locked up now a nigga really out here
Going to school mad as hell cause I ain't got no gear
Man, I'm fired up
Don't even know the last time I had a haircut
G, is you feelin me? But I'm gettin suspended
Cause I'm always gettin defensive
Feelin offended, swinging on classmates in an instant
Often walking home crying cause my pride is dead
So much pain in society gone take time to heal it
On my way home from school prayin to lord almighty
That when I get to school no one's gon be feindin or fightin
We'll just leave that shit alone and maybe we'll be alright
But I'll never be ok, there's to much drugs and violence
I see my auntie and here husband move they stuff in
My mommy, what happened to her friend's checks that she does her drugs with and when the cash is all gone
And her credit is out
My uncle leave and take the aluminum siding off of the house

[Chorus:]
Momma why we ain't got no lights?
Why do you and auntie fight over a pipe?
Why all these roaches at night?
Why my uncle always come and steal every thing in sight?
Why different guys pick up my sister every day of her life?
Why my brother n his homies always blazing that indo?
Why they sellin crack and blowin it in your basement window?
Momma why you send me to school hungry and never clean?
I'm gettin teased cause my clothes smell like kerosene

[Verse 3:]
My sisters pregnant with her third baby in three years
I'm 13, Yea mom's still a dope fiend
My brother's outta the pen saying he'll stay clean
No weed or dope sellin, gettin a job with no felon
Two days later when I see him this shit was so funny
Watch him half kill a friend cause the bitch owe him money
My momma and auntie tripin tradin blows in the kitchen
Beefin over a piece of a nickel that came up missin
My uncle all in my brother room, rambling in his stuff
Uncle when he come home, you know he f..ckin you up
But what really f..cked up, my sister got me babysitting
I acting like I don't know the bitch is still trickin
My brother got caught in the crackhouse, they gave him five
Keep lockin him up lord, just don't take his life
In the end you thought I'd be some thing but I'm not
I'm 18 years old, sellin my momma rock



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