Runnin' My Momma Crazy

Hey mama (hey mama)... Know I ain't never tell you this

befo' (I ain't never tell you this befo')... but it really

hurt me knowin' I'm runnin' you crazy (know I'm runnin'

ya crazy)... I wanna talk to ya real quick (wanna talk to ya mama)

My momma told me while I run these streets she can't sleep

Her phone ring late at night she think somethin' happened to me

Her nerves so bad right now she can't even watch T.V

She turn her head everytime she see the police

She scared to look 'cause it might be me in the back seat

Whenever she hear about a shootin' her heart skip a beat

She heard the feds was in town her knees got weak

She know I'm at the house the only time she at peace

Her blood pressure through the roof all because of me

Her favorite words is "dope ain't the only way to eat"

She told me the other day she hope I don't die in these streets

I just pray to God she don't wipe her hands wit' me

I'm a goon to the streets but to my momma I'm still her baby

Raised a street nigga by yaself you a hell of a lady

Shit Im doin' now got nothin' to do wit' how you raised me

Shit killin' me to know I'm runnin' my momma crazy

Goon to the streets but to my momma I'm still her baby

Raised a street nigga by yaself you a hell of a lady

Shit Im doin' now got nothin' to do wit' how you raised me

Shit killin' me to know I'm runnin' my momma crazy

Remember the nights me sittin' up in a cold cell

I'm wakin' ya up out'cha sleep it's me callin' you from jail

You ain't say it but I know inside you mad as hell

You called off from work just to bond me out of jail

I get in trouble I call you seem like it never fail

Can hear you now "boy you need to sit ya ass down somewhere"

I come and eat I take a shower then I'm out of there

I know I'm stressin' ya at times seem like I don't care

You wrote bad checks for me to have somethin' to wear

You risked ya freedom for me nowadays that's real rare

Everytime I think about the shit I wanna shed a tear

That's why I buy ya somethin' for Father's Day every year

You did the best you could wit' me and I love you for that

Wanted me to stay in school but that ain't where my heart was at

I got exposed to the streets and fell in love wit' stacks

And all the times I hurt you wish I could take it back

When daddy left us you stepped up and took his slack

I know I'm selfish and feelin's is somethin' I know I lack

The shit I'm doin' now I know you raised me better than that

You showed me how to be a man and showed me how to act

Sometimes I wonder how you still proud I'm ya son

After all the stuff I took ya through and all the shit I done

Well like ya told me when God want me how I can't run

Before he take me want you to know how much I love ya mom

Think I'm speakin' for every street nigga 'round the world... I

don't think we sit down long enough sometimes... Just to

realize what we takin' our momma through... It hurt me to know

dog... That I'm runnin' my momma crazy... And it's really

killin' me to know... that I'm helpin' killin' my momma..

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