King Toosi - Todd's story lyrics

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King Toosi - Todd's story lyrics

Intro : Man I'm tired of these empty pockets Man I'm tired of these empty pockets Lord knows This was written to a friend I am my (brothers keepers ) Verse 1 Why the f** is you still with that n***a He ain't doing you justice I know he struggling but momma say that ain't up for discussion now shut yo mouth and be quite Iont need you out here hustling selling sh** for me Todd matter a fact go get a job or something empty pockets man I'm tired of these empty pockets but momma don't want me dead or she don't want me locked in so she using the man she with cause she on't got no option Picking and picking momma digging all this out his pockets so I pray for some betters days close my eyes and see heavy rain tired of Momma lying telling me that, that man gone change I don't believe it if he try you Mama his family grieving sh** momma I've even been in my room bob-in and weaving fightin there Ma I'm scared I wish that my pops was there Got wounds up on my back from when my poppa used to beat me there But he anit mean it Why you leave him momma he didn't mean it Please bring poppa back What the f** am I'm not speaking English Why is this my life ? Oh why is this my Life Why is this my life ? Oh why is this my Life Verse 2 Dad I miss you man how come you on't never reach out to me poppa not here and mommy said that you was everything not to be I'm only 12 Have yet to learn Being lied to and honesty How come unlike my moms costumers Thankful for cosmetology I wet the bed But this wasn't wet the bed I've done before Puberty's kicking in and I'm starting to become Something more But tell me why you know longer showing up What did I do wrong ? I feel alone Pick up the phone Hey dad when you coming home How come when you left before you had lugages packed with all yous clothes How come momma said that you only needed some time alone And when I ask with how much she reply with Ion know Answer me Papa answer me How come when I sleep I have fantasies bout women getting high off (?) and Iont give a damn bout weed I'm 17 Life's getting brighter as I'm getting older Have broader shoulders My pistol is co*ked without a holder and locked and loaded Life's (?) And I've been playing games Busting my a** knowing damn well that I deserve the fame Who's to blame I'm just thankful that you on't f** with me Cause everything I've been through is who I've come to be Like why is this my life (Oh) why is this my Oh why is this my life Yeah why is this my Life Thank you thank you See at times I feel alone Broken hearted My broken home anit broken heart has only made me that much more intelligence knowledge is power And when it comes to that sort It seems that society inadequate Those who seem to forever be devastated Are uneducated And the difference between taking a break and Forever being segregated See segregation, neglection, Unexceptance Not f**ing with you or simply not being messed with All fall in the same category and Well I just need affection