(feat. Victoria Quinn)



[Thirstin Howl III talking]

Ay yo 

This joint dedicated to my mom right (I love you ma)

She taught me exactly what life taught her

And what the streets taught her

And when she died I felt like I was three years old again

And we were walkin across the street and she let go of my hand



[Chorus x2: Thirstin Howl III w/ Victoria Quinn

Why it hurts like this

Won't go away, won't go away

The pain won't go away



[Thirstin Howl III]

Concealed stress, realness

No more tears left

When it hurts like this

Streets and crimes taught each respect

God take me instead, take me instead

Same color hair, same color of eyes

Her criminal record longer than mines

Got caught sleepin, peep it

She bought me a twenty-five when I got stuck for the sheepskin

So, so senseless

When trough the ??? together cold and fenceless

Handled it like a man, I'm grown

I give up my life for one Thanksgiving with my moms home

Hurt like this, taught me how to be me

Put her mug shot on the back cover of my CD 

Not a doubt I was proud

No jail she ever been in when it was not her house



[Chorus]



[Thirstin Howl III]

Without one thought

No mother's love short

Ten I will rise to visit me up north

When nobody else came, nobody else came

When nobody else came, nobody else came

Love and passion

Couldn't get my baby's moms to send me a package

Don't disregard, the system's hard

The only nigga wearin Gucci sneakers in the yard

It is written in family tradition, prison

Moms snuck me razor blades during visits

Brought my kids and sent me pictures

If you left me lonely told me don't rely on this bitches 

Hurt like this, when it hurts like this

I never knew that it could hurt like this, eat my word right chess

Arrested, aggression lessons

Are diplomas some departments of correction

What the streets taught you 

You taught your son with all your love

My uncle's knife when I was old enough

Gun separate from 007

Come of both entrance back yard porch terrorist 



[Chorus]



[Thirstin Howl III]

Light candles, hold rosaries, have moralies 

If your spirit came out to talk to me

I got a lot to say, broke a lot of pocket space

Every promise brake my spit probably stains

Yours truly, convicted by jewelry

In your coffin made sure you wore your jewelry 

Why did God have to divide

Bought you a Mother's Day card after you died

Like mother like son

Sacred sanctions, heart stainless

Bold statements, ten by eight inch

Hung up her mug shot as inspiration

Hurt like this, it shouldn't hurt like this

My two bullet wounds didn't hurt like this

Why it hurt like this, it hurt like this

Nobody in the world should have to go through this



[Victoria Quinn singing]

I never really left you

You're not by yourself

I'm always right beside you

Even when you runnin rounder and crime

I never really left you

You're not by yourself

You're my baby and I love you

I never leave you I'm just in the sky