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