Kept a nice mink on her back
Telling me that this was my place
I blame my mother for not teaching me the different types of man
She was a crack fiend, nothing like pot mother
So I stay, wait for my body phase
Why is my life set up for failure y'all
The voice that you are, the voice of the young people
But I should’ve knew something was real
E eternal hope and this is my life
Everyday it's the same old no talent
She didn’t make a difference, even though she could’ve
I wake up everyday to the same old foster mother
She tolds her something’s up with a black eye
Parents like déjà vu, stomach is starving
I'm ashamed, ashamed of my life
And he does buy me things but he beats on me
L is for the liars that have surrounded me
I ask God if He could take the pain away
I insecurity, my head down in these streets
F my future, there isn’t one
But I like his style, his whip is mean
He made me in denial of every word I pray
F my future, there isn’t one
And disrespected and under depression
18 years and 9 months developing, raising in prison
E eternal hope and this is my life
Phony tried to smile in my face
And the people who lied
My side of the story being that it's so consistent
Telling me to know my place
Papa tried to sell me twice on the late night stop by
L is for the liars that have surrounded me
Life never understood its stand
F my future, there isn’t one
F my future, there isn’t one
Telling myself that it’s a lil' pregnancy phase
I insecurity, my head down in these streets
I can care less what the people say to y'all
I ain’t got no pictures of my mother
The voice that you hold within you
I guess I'll never make a difference
Smile when she open the mail
And I don’t really blame the man
3 months pregnant idiotically I departed
L is for the liars that have surrounded me
Wrapped up in a fast light for suicidal act
E eternal hope and this is my life
No telling what tomorrow gonna look like, yeah right
Who am I to tell you what you failed to realize
So ashamed of a life that was started
I’m feeling like my life is unbalanced
So why should it be but I’m a be alright though
I insecurity, my head down in these streets
Born orphans with nothing to offer is the least of my problems
I’m pregnant by a dude and he’s not 16
We break out in rage, venting all the hurt inside
I come to her for a little advice
I’m so mad, this is me, I’m so hurt, this is me
My momma told me to find a man to take care of me
Meanwhile I got a goose and my goose's got patches
Look in my eyes, bags from the tears that I cried
When all in reality I’m being discouraged
