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letra de mama (loves a crackhead) - plan b



so he says he loves you, wants you to be his wife?
but he’s too hooked on the crack path for that to be right,
it’s all lies none of it’s true, though it hurts you know what you gotta do
like a dirty needle you don’t know where he’s been,
all i know is that i’ve seen him high when he says that he’s clean,
there was a grey patch when he first bust on the scene,
but as the mystery un-ravelled all became black n’ white, know what i mean?
we can never be friends, he can go to h-ll,
no more hangin’ round the house like a bad smell,
either he goes or i do,
it’s your decision mama, it’s all on you,
you’re too old to be naive, n’ i know you ain’t eager,
but that what bothers me maa, coz you goin’ on different,
i ain’t never seen you loved up like this before,
why’s it everybody but you can see you deserve more?

can’t ya see
what he’s tryna do,
to you and to me,
it’s so black and white,
while your sittin at home,
he’s out smokin’ crack tonight.
ni can’t go for that
no can do,
i can’t go for that
can’t go for that

when i first met him thought he was cool,
had a few things in common like supportin’ -rs-nal,
i saw the way he made you happy like a love-fool
calmed you down when times were hard up, stressful,
but all that don’t ammount to sh-t,
when he starts actin’ like a little kid,
treatin’ you as if you were sum kind of b-tch,
mama you ain’t rich,
but still he borrows your money,
n never pays it back,
cos’ every penny he gets is spent on that,
bad habit, it,
f-ckin’ takes the p-ss,
bringin’ that sl-t into our house,
this is your monent, this,
n’ i know you threw him out for that,
but how lon’s it gonna be before you take him back?
(mama your alone now, your the only)
one that can’t see that this bloke is a phoney,
n he don’t really care about ya mum,
he just sez he does coz’ he f-ckin thinks ya dumb!


“yo, ma mama loves a crackhead”
is that what i’m sposed to tell my friends when they ask me how i’m doin’
am i sposed to pretent?
i’m like “there’s nuttin wrong”
when there blatently is,
turn the other cheek when he’s takin the p-ss,
f-ck that
that’s not how the man of the house acts,
i’ve gotta defend my territory, guard my patch,
when i know he’s doin dodgy sh-t behind your back,
put my foot down, stand my ground n’ that,
this has got to stop,
whether the guy burns crck or not,
his head, in there, he’s f-ckin lost the plot,
dead n buried is the ac’ phrase,
can’t even act right, can’t even act his age,
thats so f-ckin’ lame,
thirty-sumfin’ years old,
he should feel ashamed,
if i was him i’d slit my veins in the main,
tryna loop one bar,
for sinnin til’ my arteries drained,
n ride his time so i ain’t gotta do it again,
cos’ there’s nuttin more pathetic than a cry for help,
either you do or you don’t wanna kill yourself,
everybody knows you got a problem so it don’t matter if you admit it,
what you gotta do is be a man n’ f-ckin deal with it.

i know the truth hurts mama,
but this sh-t has gotta be said,
he doesn’t love you, he never has n’ thats a fact,
coz’ the only thing he really loves in this world is crack