Nights sucked. My neighbors played the boom of their melodies
The drum pattern of Big Poppa on our roof was the recipe,
For Mama to use the broom. when dude refused to remove the tunes,
I could still move through her room and see the proof on the ceiling if it moves from my memory.
Yes indeed - I knew the heroin stashed in her veins,
Caused the grumpy moods and rusted spoons I still have to this day
It feels like yesterday - when I knew our dinner was the bomb!
Feeling like a family cus the Simpson was on - Bart, his Sister, Homer riffing on Marge,
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Its funny how a sitcom can sit, calm and gather a couple
Change a clinched palm to quick thumbs up - a slap to a cuddle
Liquor in her flask some Juice in my paper cup
Had to scoop our things when section eight ordered us to move in the later months…
She simply saved her bucks from slanging buds–
She knew a dude or two - who make sure there was food to chew on our table, plus,
She was a waiter so she’d just wait until they gated up
Scrape some crumbs, come back... regurgitate for her young
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See. we was poor so we'd aim for more – Took free cable from a neighbor had to rearrange the cord.
As it dangled from the roof, mama placed it in her palm - Connected it, fixed the receptor, flipped the station and it's on.
She'd tell me the whole buildings living off the neighbor on the ninth. "Don’t pay it any mind, unless they're banging on the door."
And since mama never got caught, I thought maybe it be fine. After all - all that slangin’ never gave her any time
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Till one Saturday, when the evening was dead. I must’ve fallen asleep after eating,
cause the steps didn’t awaken me, nor did the screaming or the threats. What got me was the contact of the extinguisher and cement.
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It seems an old friend had flew the coop, prepared to take over my moms product - and use her stoop to peddle it.
And told her -
“If things go smooth - I’ll move your share!” So my mother threw her down the stairs SCREAMING, WHO’ SHE THINK SHE F’IN’ WITH!?
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Paralyzing the woman... paramedics pursued...
She locked herself inside the bathroom with her peppermint puke.
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Christmas list? Fuck the sickest kicks, mamas wallet went to stimulants,
I'd figure this was the reason why she never was paid -
Why she awoke for the moon and slept through the haze.
Our stomachs would moan for food, she'd be upset with the plates,
Cause they never were scrapped, she was close with the spoon.
Even through heroin, she's the heroine I remember today.
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