Yo$hwa - Homeward feat. B Cray & AcE lyrics

[Chorus 1: B Cray] Little black boy watch him walk out the door Bouta sell him a whole pound for the dough Mom full of dread cuz she already know No matter how rich he might not come home [Verse 1: Yo$hwa] Mamma I know you can't keep them lights on by yourself Hanging in them houses with the jars up on the shelf Lately you've been blinded ain't taking time to learn that braille And I don't wanna have to pay the bills with what i sell But you give me no choice man i'm glad i'm adopted Ain't making no money to bad dad ain't a doctor He dipped, I ain't mad but that man needs a doctor Left us alone, damn looked where he dropped us Just look when I'm booked and unconscious Slang for you, how you live with that on your conscience You know what I gotta do and i'm sorry You ain't want me to do it, but we need a roof, mamma watch me [Chorus] [Verse 2: Yo$hwa] He might not come home Right out the door when the light goes on Write up a song on the microphone No he'd rather ride on his own quick light that bong How you make it with no pyrex son? Broke n***as ain't headed in my direction The lights been off in my mamma's crib Since my pajamas and bib since i was a kid I think its time to put them on Damn might even put my whip on chrome Damn what these n***as doing with their songs I'm giving medicine I can do no wrong Now pops can see his son a doctor now Just like he should have been when the lights went out Just like he should have been before the fight broke out Wonder if he would have been a psycho now, i'll never find out now [Chorus] [Bridge: Yo$hwa & B Cray] Damn.. I can't just leave my son alone I need my nails, my braids, my shows, and my patron Don't know exactly where things went wrong I remember he just wanna sing a son Ain't tryna have no dirty money no Out on the streets I know they gunning though I hope that lil n***a ain't running hoes I hope that half black boy running though I hope that half black boy punting goals And I hope he come back with a hunit o's [Verse 3: AcE] I Know who on the scene with the good for low And i'm never on the scene unless i'm wit my folks Worked so hard can we please just toast Nah we gotta go to work well then here i go Never had a ounce either it was in the air Or a lil in my hand but I really didn't care but i might cop 1 Put it on the house maybe buy a new couch get a whip unannounced Ain't nothing wrong with just getting it Money don't talk but it really makes sense If you really start getting it like i get this Might not come home cuz i'm tryna get rich U see the lil black boy running with the dough Try to take a guess what he going through at home Only he knows cuz he stood up on his own But he wanna tell the world what be going through his dome Ain't no thang i got it all here Its not no 100 o's but some bars for your ear I ain't spit this cold since 96 I ain't tripping off no thots or skanky tricks I ain't even supposed to go off but so i did I ain't ever take a day off this what i live I ain't even know the same thoughts what thinking is And I know a couple n***as who gone sell to live gotta do your work and we all get it in