The Dayton Family

The Dayton Family - Thru a Thang lyrics

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	I'm going through a thang (Repeat 3x)



I'm having problems in my life, steady going through a thang

Fall to my knees beggin please that my life will change

My life has been good, but still it riles me, nothing is time is stored

Jacking this store for a gain of, something cause blacks are killing blacks

I gots to hustle while I, can

Don't depend on tomorrow cause I might be a dead man

I wake up in the morning, there's no food in my, fridge

My momma give her '86 is cussing out her kids

Age of 13 I started smoking on that endo

Kicked it with Jodi now I'm peeping out the window

A lot is on my mind and there's a lotta pressure pressing me

America and its system, I figure that they're testing me

I fall and catch myself, falling in my wisdom

Daddy's raping daughters and having sex with em

My mother's turning tricks and I'm ??? no more

My sister had a baby and she's eating off the floor

I'm going through a thang, my mind's about to crack

Somebody took my sack, I gots to take it back

My heart is in the ghetto cause the ghetto's steady pacing me

Last night I slit my wrists cause Jason was steady chasing me

No jobs in my city, I thankt that's a shame

Shorties in the house drinking 40's and we all going straight through a 

thang



	I'm goin, I'm goin, I'm goin through a thang (Repeat 8x)



I'm having problems, today was a bad day

My father's creamated, I smoked his ashes and threw em in an ashtray

My granny had a stroke and my sister's on dope

And now I read all the suicidal notes that my sister wrote

But I must move on, I must forget about the past

Cause see I'm deep in the ghetto and I'm surrounded by broken glass

It's time to see a murder, my glock is the object

I'm labeled as a killer, I cause more grief than the projects

With a revolver in my hand, they don't figure I live too long

They tell me to live right but my society's living wrong

I'm sitting in therapy, I got problems I won't admit

My teacher's a sex fiend and my reverend's a hypocrite

I'm catching myself from falling, my record deal was stalling

I'm ooting on them thangs while my mother's calling

Nothing worth living for but my family and the money

I pack a .44, so save the fur for the Easter Bunny

Cocaine and mescaline  I don't think I'm a ever change

All these problems on my chest, got me going through a thang



	I'm goin, I'm goin, I'm goin through a thang (Repeat 8x)
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