L.I.F.E. - Lil Mama

L is for the liars that have surrounded me

I insecurities my head down in these streets

F, my future there isn’t one

E Eternal hope

And this is my life

I wake up every day to the same old foster mother

I ain’t got no pictures of my mother

She was a crack fiend nothing like Pac mother

She didn’t make a difference even though she could’ve

Mama I’m ashamed

Ashamed of my life

Pappa probly sold me twice

On a late night stopped by

And look in my eyes

Bags from the tears that I’ve cried

And the people who lied

Telling me that this is my place

Phony tried to smile In my face

But I should have known something

Was weird

Smiled when she opened the mail

Kept a nice mink on her back

Meanwhile I got a goose & my pockets got patches

I’m so mad this is me

I’m so hurt this is me

So why should it be

But I’m a be alright though

I’m pregnant by a dude & he not 16

But I like his style & his whip is mean

My mama told me to find a man to take care Of me & he does buy me things but he

beats on me

I go to her for a little advice

So I show up with a black eye

Telling me to know my place so I stay

Waiting for my body phase

Telling myself it’s just a little pregnancy phase

When all in reality I’m being discourage & disrespected

And under the pressure

And I don’t really blame the man

I blame my mother for not teaching me the different types of man

Life never understood or stand my side of story being that it’s so consist

18 years And 9 months developing raised in a prison I guess I’ll never make a

difference

Born akward with nothing to offer’s the least

Of my problems

Appearance like deja vu

Stomach is starving

Free lunch, breakfast, eat eventially I departed

So ashamed of a life that was started

I asked God if he can take the pain away

He made me in denial of every word I pray, every day

It’s the same old no talents

I’m feeling like my life is unbalanced no telling what tomorrow gon look like

Yea right wrapped up in a fast life for a sudicial act

Why is my life set up for a failure I can care less what the people say to ya’ll

We break out in rage venting all the hurt inside

Who am I to tell you what you fail to realize the voice that you hold Within you

The voice that you are

The Voice Of The Young People!