Yo, free Tune. That's my bro. (2x) Can't get sleep, (why?) newborn hungry (yup) Woke up in the bed with a b**h who don't want me Voices in my head keep telling me to pray I ain't got sh** to my name but this AK [Verse 1] And I'm just a f**ing victim to them voices in my head Been with her for so long yet she a stranger in my bed She told me I ain't sh**, she wish that I was dead Sick of feeling hunger pains, smoking til my eyes red f** eating a crumb, boy I want a slice of bread Don't know how to be a father, and that feeling got me scared I'm looking in the mirror, and don't know what I see A reflection of my past and it's still haunting me I wake up to hearing screams, hit the block and serve fiends Gotta feed my f**ing son, you know what the f** I mean? And I can't get sleep, he crying cause he hungry Tried to do his mama right, that b**h didn't want me and I... (hook 2x) [Verse 2] And the only thing I own is this mothaf**in choppa Sick in the head, I think I need to see a doctor She always going clubbing, she forcing me to watch him I feed him then I change him then I set him in his rocker I should've known better; sh**, his mama was a bopper But that ain't no excuse cause I'm still that baby's papa Thinking bout them days crying on my mama lap Asking bout my daddy, sh** I wonder where he at? She looked at me and said that he ain't never coming back But what she really meant is he was somewhere smoking crack So ever since that day I put my family on my back Walking round with my choppa feeling like I'm in Iraq, and I... (hook 2x) P.S.A. to all you f** n***as, mayne. Out here riding rims, throwing money, think y'all doing it big... Take care of your mothaf**in kids n***a. Y'all out here flexing for these mothaf**in hoes n***a, that ain't good business my n***a. Y'all out here popping all that bullsh** about all this money you got but your kids out here hurting? Man up f** n***a