Pup

I remember growing up , I was just a baby pup Mama threw me through the system cause on me she'd given up My first group home in Staten Island tried to give this boy some hope Tell me why the fuck I ended on the corner selling dope? Mama said she didn't love me. How the hell you think I coped ? Suicidal thoughts of mine, I almost hanged myself with rope Daddy died when I was five, I didn't cry; I didn't choke Mama moved us to the projects. I was young, and we were broke Had to get some money somehow, so I went and cooked the coke Watch out for the sneaky snakes, I bust that head up with the four Leave the scene , horrific gore Carry hammers like I'm Thor I don't scream, I fucking roar Shotguns to the body if you try to break in through my door