My aunt died from AIDS, I watched her deteriorate
She told me fucking wit drugs, was her biggest mistake
Put my moms on to it, sticking needles in her veins
Being sons of addicts drove me and Cane insane
We packed bags at Pathmark, we both humped Tamika
We used to go to the pool, just to steal kids' sneakers
Rocked cut-off beepers, wore old clothes for Easter
Shit was so real, we had to split a slice of pizza
I was born at six months, (damn) premature
My moms birthed a thug like, Afeni Shakur
I'm surprised I ain't crazy, from the bugged shit I saw
I caught my mother buying crack on the first floor, before
I never thought I'd be in a cell, smoking a Newport
With all sorts of thoughts, running through my mind
Know I ain't leaving, caught, D.A. talking jail time
I glanced at my mom's eyes, she looking like she wanna cry”
~Shyheim~