No Lights

Lyrics
[Intro] How y'all doin ladies and gentlemen? My name is King Berry 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 [Hook] Momma why we ain't got no lights? Why 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 and his homies always blazin' that indo? Why they sellin' crack and blowin' up your basement window? Momma why you send me to school ugly and never clean? I'm gettin' teased 'cause my clothes smell like kerosene [Verse 1] I 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 D's to 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 fuck She's the neighbourhood rat, all the homies hit it All the hood niggas hit it, started yellin' at the trick Me and her don't even hit it Her conversation strictly money and niggas So she just be senseless Never though a nigga life would ever be this bold I shouldn't even be seeing this shit, B, just ten years old [Hook] Momma why we ain't got no lights? Why 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 and his homies always blazin' that indo? Why they sellin' crack and blowin' up your basement window? Momma why you send me to school ugly 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 fed up Don't even know the last time I had a haircut E, 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 up inside gone take time to heal it On my way home from school prayin' to lord almighty That when I get there no one's gon' be fittin' to be fightin' We'll just leave that shit alone and maybe we'll be alright But I'll never be okay, 'cause seen too 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 her cash is all gone and her credit is out My uncle come and take aluminum sidin' off of the house [Hook] Momma why we ain't got no lights? Why 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 and his homies always blazin' that indo? Why they sellin' crack and blowin' up your basement window? Momma why you send me to school ugly 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 thirteen, my 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 takin blows in the kitchen Beefin' over a piece of a nickel that came up missin' My uncle all in my brother room, rumblin' through his stuff Why? Uncle, you know when he get home he fuckin' you up But what really fucked up, my sister got me babysitting I acting like I don't know the bitch like she's just some trick 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 eighteen years old, sellin' my momma rocks
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Credits
- Writers
- Mark Bass
- Jeff Bass
- King Gordy