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letra de homeward feat. b cray & ace - yo$hwa

[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, d-mn 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-ggas 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
d-mn might even put my whip on chrome
d-mn what these n-ggas 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]
d-mn..
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-gga 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 sk-nky 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-ggas who gone sell to live gotta do your work and we all get it in

- yohwa

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