Yea, Grown in a broken home
Welcome with open arms
Where niggas made of glass switch roles to throwing stones
And it's hard to clean your act when you lacking the Soap and water
Won't no fathers
Only mommas that caught us stroking they daughters
Living like marauders
I probably had never thought as much
On the corner with role models that never taught us much
Robbing, dodging drive by's
Never dial 911 as much
Cause if they get your file they liable to hit you foul
Suicide won't no option you just tryna get through trial
Look behind you and it's hard to never see your mama smile
Plus the crime you committed seems to twist your mind around
You took his life so you'd survive
But now you gotta do the time
That's the price for choosing pride
Stare inside the eyes of justice
But her eyes are usually blind
We cutting ties you hear me god
I kept your soul alive
But you ain't tryna give me mine
And I'm tired of living fast
Take the air up out my tires
In this prison I'm immortal
In the system i'm a criminal
Religion just some shit for the poor that help us with getting through
And sitting and watching congregation be hypocritical
I'm sorry I just talk cause I aint got no one to listen to mama
It's a different view mama
But it's still the truth mama
And I pray im a martyr that they can pivot to mama
It's a shame that my father could never get the groove
Of a nigga that set the example that we be missing too
Amere Jayvon - Broken Home Lyrics
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Yea, Grown in a broken home
Welcome with open arms
Where niggas made of glass switch roles to throwing stones
And it's hard to clean your act when you lacking the Soap and water
Won't no fathers
Only mommas that caught us stroking they daughters
Living like marauders
I probably had never thought as much
On the corner with role models that never taught us much
Robbing, dodging drive by's
Never dial 911 as much
Cause if they get your file they liable to hit you foul
Suicide won't no option you just tryna get through trial
Look behind you and it's hard to never see your mama smile
Plus the crime you committed seems to twist your mind around
You took his life so you'd survive
But now you gotta do the time
That's the price for choosing pride
Stare inside the eyes of justice
But her eyes are usually blind
We cutting ties you hear me god
I kept your soul alive
But you ain't tryna give me mine
And I'm tired of living fast
Take the air up out my tires
In this prison I'm immortal
In the system i'm a criminal
Religion just some shit for the poor that help us with getting through
And sitting and watching congregation be hypocritical
I'm sorry I just talk cause I aint got no one to listen to mama
It's a different view mama
But it's still the truth mama
And I pray im a martyr that they can pivot to mama
It's a shame that my father could never get the groove
Of a nigga that set the example that we be missing too
Welcome with open arms
Where niggas made of glass switch roles to throwing stones
And it's hard to clean your act when you lacking the Soap and water
Won't no fathers
Only mommas that caught us stroking they daughters
Living like marauders
I probably had never thought as much
On the corner with role models that never taught us much
Robbing, dodging drive by's
Never dial 911 as much
Cause if they get your file they liable to hit you foul
Suicide won't no option you just tryna get through trial
Look behind you and it's hard to never see your mama smile
Plus the crime you committed seems to twist your mind around
You took his life so you'd survive
But now you gotta do the time
That's the price for choosing pride
Stare inside the eyes of justice
But her eyes are usually blind
We cutting ties you hear me god
I kept your soul alive
But you ain't tryna give me mine
And I'm tired of living fast
Take the air up out my tires
In this prison I'm immortal
In the system i'm a criminal
Religion just some shit for the poor that help us with getting through
And sitting and watching congregation be hypocritical
I'm sorry I just talk cause I aint got no one to listen to mama
It's a different view mama
But it's still the truth mama
And I pray im a martyr that they can pivot to mama
It's a shame that my father could never get the groove
Of a nigga that set the example that we be missing too
Writer: Amere Johnson
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