C-murder - Childhood years lyrics

Intro: C-murder (talking) with Porsha singing This is a story about my childhood years For all my n***as For my life as a ghetto child . There's so much pain Verse 1: ???? I remember as a little kid Growing up. Many of my friends didn't make it up to bricks Punished for the sh** that they did, it gets so hard to live Mama cut the same tears, livin' in fears Wondering if their son died or survived But mama, I'm cutting the 45 I die, tell mama don't cry Dry eyes, 'cause how I live. I know to smile A young misbehaved child, running in the streets wild Try to make my money, pop My eyes are getting slim And my life is getting down, and I feeling like d**h is near And I'm hoping that the heaven's here I cry, 'cause the Lord knows how m! any years I've tried But this life's a lie. It ain't not a hope unless a n***a die Lord why!!, Lord why!! Verse 2: ???? My childhood years was kinda rough because my pops weren't there I was left to peer. Always pay but no one to share These hard times, stressin' to sell nickels and dimes Had to support my family, no one else was puttin' time Reminiscing about on dead peers troughout the the years No more tears, my childhood years with scrilla fifth Who's the maycliff for all this f**ing fight to stop a n***a Just a price I have to pay, n***a My childhood years Chorus repeated once: C-Murder (Porsha singing in the background) My childhood years, got my sh** in tears It's hella scary I'm trapped, and I don't wanna die in a cemetery This ghetto ties got me livin' in pain Lord knows I don't wanna die in vain Verse 3: C-Murder My childhood years was spend in cemeteries bearing my peers Many tears, that I have shaded, for my n***as disappeared In a bad year. Now with depressed in just memory Drinking Hennessy. To dry away my misery Trapped since birth, a ghetto child living in curse It's getting worse, until I'm covered up in dirt The pain it hurts That be the reason why my blast first 'Cause I refuse to be a victim in the black hears Memories up with child runnin' wild I couldn't smile, because my motherf**in' life was foul A troubled child, stressin' from his childhood years Heavenly father. Could you please wipe away my tears Verse 4: Reginelli I could remember way back, when a! n***a was sick I just to watch my brother do some dangerous sh** Staying out all night, mama worrying sick Wondering if he was dead or just play with a b**h But when I saw this wild n***a came up like I did When I eat dwellars, when the n***as start to slanging that sh** I tight up on my hustle. Start to paying the bills Shading tills, 'cause my brother got locked up for three years After that a n***a start to grabbin' the mic Write rap, on sheet of paper, making solider sh** tight Three years later, my brother came home from jail Tellin' me he wrote rap, when he was strapped in a cell A week later, we was some No limit soliders Gambino family, for all the readers and rollers But you can tell a n***a been shading some tears By the way I live My childhood years Chorus repeated once Outro: C-murder (talking) with Porsha singing Childhood years Shading tears For ! all my dead peers Hard time strapped in the game Try to maintain