The Cub Your Mother Warned You About (jrcubindy) wrote,
The Cub Your Mother Warned You About
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Sittin here, guess I didn't make bail...
Got time and a story to tell.
Started when I was 9 years old;
Woke up and daddy was gone.
I started hustlin and you couldn't tell me nothin,
Frontin' in the hood tryin to be somebody;
My soul was on empty,
I was searchin for somethin...

Tried to be good...
Tried to keep from trouble...
Livin too fast...
Tryin to make good on my hustle...

Sometimes it gets rough...
Times got hard...
Sometimes you gotta walk to work...
Sometimes you gotta do a little dirt...

Wasn't really looking, guess I found it;
5'3", light brown skin;
Comin from the university;
Nice style, lookin kinda lovely...
Didn't know she had much game,
Down to ride out, even take the train
Even took her to a poker game,
She's top notch from fried chicken to sushi

Tried to be good,
Tried to treat you like a lady,
Tried to be your friend,
Turned out that you were shady...

Sometimes it gets lonely...
Things ain't what they seem to be
Sometimes you get a little angry
Sometimes it gets the best of me...

Well, I tried to be good...
Wanted nothin but to love somebody
Didn't wanna die young...
Started hustlin, trying to feed my family...
Too scared to have kids and do like daddy did,
Cause I'm so scared of failin...
Sometimes it gets hard
Comin' from where I'm from...

Sometimes you gotta moan...
Sometimes you gotta cry a little bit louder...
Sometimes you gotta fight the pain...
Sometimes you gotta walk alone...
Sometimes you get a little worried...
Sometimes you get lost, out of touch...
Sometimes I think I pray a little bit too much...
Sometimes I get a little scared...
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