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Blame My Mother
C‐Murder
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Ooh, that's a T
Don't point the finger at me
T-Riddle, T-Riddle, T-Riddle
Blame it on my mother, my father
My lawyer, and my P.O
(But don't blame me, you heard me?)
Don't blame one another, 'nother
I wanna blame my sister, my brother
For leavin' when I needed 'em most
(And it hurts so much, you know, you know)
Yeah, don't hurt one another, 'nother, check it out
Tick-tock, when the clock strikes one (Now I'm done)
Another heartless black man, a fatherless son
Just understand, I have no understandin'
For bein' fake, but I fully understand
All the choices we make, these voices
They keep on tellin' me that shit don't stink
You're bullshittin' (Bullshittin'), and you'll get flushed in a tank
My memories of a broken home, daddy in the streets
Momma third son, she hate, unfortunately, that was me
Supposedly, supposed to be, 'cause she didn't abort me
And twenty short, and I ain't born yet, you couldn't afford me (What?)
What? That's the messy game of life
They say you only live once, but me, I beat that twice, knife
(Momma) You should've used a coat hanger
Push it in and pull it out, just rip my throat with no anger
Chk-chk, now take a picture of that
A lucky unborn black who didn't die by the gat
Blame it on my mother, my father
My lawyer, and my P.O
(But don't blame me, you heard me?)
Don't blame one another, 'nother
I wanna blame my sister, my brother
For leavin' when I needed 'em most
(And it hurts so much, you know, you know)
Yeah, don't hurt one another, 'nother, check it out
What you got ain't nothin' to me
You say you huggin' the block, look like you stuntin' to me
I see your few lil' rocks, and got a blunt and a G
But, nigga, front and you're D
That's only crumbs you eat, dummy
See, money make a nigga go and murder his friends
I heard Kenny was a snitch and a bitch in the pen
Yeah, I'm rich, but my trigger finger itchin' again
I guess that Calliope blood got me wishin' to sin
Hail Mary, save me, forgive me, I'm bleedin'
This blood on my hands feel like I'm dyin' this evenin'
See, my momma don't need me, so much pressure within
If the devil ask me out (Might let the nigga in)
See, my soul so cold, I watch my babies get old
I run this motherfuckin' pen, I never break and never fold
Just point the finger at me, 'cause I'm trigger happy
Plus, my hair nappy, dawg, I'ma die scrappy
Why the whole world try to blame me
For crimes gettin' committed out here?
You gotta be crazy, you got me fucked up
State vs. Corey Miller, man, fuck y'all
Point the finger at yourself
Look at the nigga in the mirror, you heard me?
For real, I come up hard, from the cradle to the grave
Just like that, just like everybody else
In the project, in the hood
Leave me the fuck alone, nigga