King Gordy

King Gordy - No Lights songtekst

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[Intro]

How y'all doin ladies and gentlemen?

My name is King Barry Gordy

And... I have a story for y'all

You know somebody that went through it

I don't care where you from...

East, West, midwest, South, please listen



[Chorus]

Momma why we ain't got no lights?

Why you and auntie fight over a pipe?

Why all these roaches at night?

Why my uncle always come and steal every thing in sight?

Why different guys pick up my sister every day of her life?

Why my brother in the streets always blazing that indo?

Why they sellin crack and blowin up your basement window?

Momma why you send me to school dirty and never clean?

I'm gettin teased cause my clothes smell like kerosene



[Verse 1]

I see my breath in my own house

I notice the eviction notice on the door so I guess we finna get thrown out

Momma please pay the rent when your next check come

She can barely spit out a word cause her mouth is so numb

And big brother I can't believe you

You ridin in cars with these two

and you know we need food

You sellin 'cane outta here

drunk felons hang out in here

You ain't hearing things loud and clear, is you?

You know momma can't take care of us

Face it nigga, you our parents, bro

Cause all our sister wanna do is do her hair and fuck

She's the neighborhood rat, all the homies hit it

All the hood niggaz hit it, started yellin at the trick

Me and her don't even hit it

Her conversation strictly money and niggaz

So she just be senseless

Never though a nigga life would ever be this bold

I shouldn't even be seeing this shit, just ten years old



[Chorus]

Momma why we ain't got no lights?

Why you and auntie fight over a pipe?

Why all these roaches at night?

Why my uncle always come and steal every thing in sight?

Why different guys pick up my sister every day of her life?

Why my brother in the streets always blazing that indo?

Why they sellin crack and blowin up your basement window?

Momma why you send me to school dirty and never clean?

I'm gettin teased cause my clothes smell like kerosene



[Verse 2]

My brother's locked up now a nigga really out here

Going to school mad as hell cause I ain't got no gear

Man, I'm fired up

Don't even know the last time I had a haircut

G, is you feelin me? But I'm gettin suspended

Cause I'm always gettin defensive

Feelin offended, swinging on classmates in an instant

Often walking home crying cause my pride is dead

So much pain in society gone take time to heal it

On my way home from school prayin to lord almighty

that when I get to school no one's gon be fittin to be fightin

We'll just leave that shit alone and maybe we'll be alright

But I'll never be ok, there's to much drugs and violence

I see my auntie and here husband move they stuff in

My mommy, what happened to her friend's checks that she does her drugs wit

And when her credit is gone and all the money is out

my uncle leave and take all his stuff out the house



[Chorus]

Momma why we ain't got no lights?

Why you and auntie fight over a pipe?

Why all these roaches at night?

Why my uncle always come and steal every thing in sight?

Why different guys pick up my sister every day of her life?

Why my brother in the streets always blazing that indo?

Why they sellin crack and blowin up your basement window?

Momma why you send me to school dirty and never clean?

I'm gettin teased cause my clothes smell like kerosene



[Verse 3]

My sisters pregnant with her third baby in three years

I'm 13, my mom's still a dope fiend

My brother's outta the pen saying he'll stay clean

No weed or dope sellin, gettin a job wit no felon

Two days later when I see him this shit was so funny

Watch him half kill a friend cause the bitch owe him money

My momma and auntie takin blows in the kitchen

Beefin over a piece of a nickel that came up missin

My uncle all in my brother room, grabbin all his stuff

Uncle when you come home, you know he fuckin you up

But what really fucked up, my sister got me babysitting

I acting like I don't know the bitch like she's just some trick

My brother got caught in the crackhouse, they gave him five

Keep lockin him up lord, just don't take his life

In the end you thought I'd be some thing but I'm not

I'm 18 years old, sellin my momma rock
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