Stories of A Prophet: Child of A Legend

Single Mothers

My own mother gave a young nigga life

My momma told me two wrongs never equal a right

I'm facing penitentiary chances, I'm rolling the dice

You might die if the judge gave me 25 to life

The way daddy left the fam, Man I swear it wasn't right

That event changed the way that we all lived our life, With no fucks given

Everyday you was cooking in the kitchen

You ashamed of the way that we're living

We never had the best stuff but we still called it our home

I almost cried while writing this song

We tried getting along but the trials and tribulations we cover

We notice all the pain that you suffered

Everytime you looked up in the sky, you said the sky was gray

You know the fam always thinking bout you every single day

A couple homeboys don't got a father or a mother

I just wanna tell you that I love ya, I love my single mothers