Mistah F.A.B. - Worries lyrics

Born in '82 Den did more than a baby could do Mama had a c-section Almost died from a bleeding infection Pops on his own direction Heroin feind Syringe injection So many questions Felt like he missed so many blessings But when you dont cherish good things Bad things perish Now my mama like a single parent Pushin me around in this baby carrige Then hooked up in a crazy marrige Pop was down Not underground But then the feds I was 8 or 10 I said Evil men mislead Shot pops not in his head Rush to the hospital And I got in his bed He was cool From the gun shots But this where the fun stops One cop said check the DNA Listen to what im about to say My father was far from gay But diseases stray when your needle play And I need to say I use to smoke so much weed a day Just to keep them dreams away With my pops in his last days I stayed He taught me a lot But I was so young Told me to grow smart Never grow dumb Daddy died in 94 huh damn how much I miss my pops Told me spread the name Make my kids a cox Fug is what they called him I really miss him a lot But it don't stop My mama use to hit them rocks Till she found the lord On her own since 13 Workin Still tryin to find some more Never owned a house Barley owned a couch Crowded in the house Many in and out Mama had no doubt Had a lot of clout Life hit a drought When her son popped out Through the game True and remain I drove my mama insane From playin them games No father figure in my life After 13 Always on my own Mama always working Spent most of my life Lookin in the curtians On to the street Not wantin to follow off in my fathers feet And my brother cant stop holdin the heat Real true meaning of a solider G He older then me I love him much But I really wouldnt know him such If it wasnt for them christmas letters Dont see my sis Its all real Hope that your believin this I never thought i'd be releasing this My granny died with my hand on her hand Danny died That was my closest friend Damn my homie did some dirt and got out of the state I stay up in the studio and out of the way No actin ill Mama cryin cause we back on bills And her back is peeled And her feet hurt Forced to wear them cheap skirts When she just want the best My old school homie caught 2 to the chest And my head , man its full of the stress Let it connect Runnin like water Runnin n daughters Playa hatas wanna see me slaughtered About the hate Do I mind? No My lil cousin get everything so what the hell he grind fo Everything my brother got he used his nine for In time though as time grow will my mind blow? I dunno Hope in God got a good plan for me Hopefully one day I got plans to see Grands and Gs Lands over sea's Put my mama hands on freeze Now she can be everily Hook: Most of my days I be stressed and burnt out Thinkin bout my life And wonderin how it was gone turn out Will I take a fall like my dad? Or be locked up like my brother Or worry and stress my self out just like my mother I got worries Movin in a hurry Everything is blurry I cant see Only thing that k** my pain is this hennessey God , why me?(repeat)