King Gordy - No Lights lyrics

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King Gordy - No Lights lyrics

[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 n***a, you our parents, bro Cause all our sister wanna do is do her hair and f** She's the neighborhood rat, all the homies hit it All the hood n***az hit it, started yellin at the trick Me and her don't even hit it Her conversation strictly money and n***az So she just be senseless Never though a n***a life would ever be this bold I shouldn't even be seeing this sh**, 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 n***a 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 cla**mates 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 sh** alone and maybe we'll be alright But I'll never be ok, there's to much d** 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 d** 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 sh** was so funny Watch him half k** a friend cause the b**h 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 f**in you up But what really f**ed up, my sister got me babysitting I acting like I don't know the b**h 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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