[Skit]
Meet Mrs. Baker, a single mother tryin' her best to heal physically, emotionally, and spiritually at a group therapy session
Just a few short months after her son was gunned down
In her South Central Los Angeles neighbourhood
[Verse]
I'm here for a number of reasons right now
I look somewhat decent
But I used to be on the corners fiendin' for coke
I'm here by the blood of Jesus, I've contracted some diseases
I wanna thank all of y'all for helpin' me cope
I was broken at my lowest, I received a diagnosis that helped focus on what mattered most, my son and daughter
I remember everyday bein' awake and [?] and Quaker Oats
And my daily dosage of laughter from their jokes that made me stronger
I was no longer a [?] nor a [?]
Didn't even need the occasional swig of liquor
I felt larger than the addictions I couldn't conquer
My kids have to different fathers
My daughter's daddy didn't want her
I'm sure her mind wanders from time to time
About what life would be like if these burdens weren't placed upon her
My son would probably be seen as a monster
A dangerous mobster, but every foul thing he ever did was so that our family could prosper
At a real young age he had dreams of makin' the college team
His dad told him that he'd be a boxer, his favorite fighter was Oscar
He always said that my daughter would be a doctor, a cop or a S.W.A.T. jumpin' from helicopters
When it came for carin' for people, nothin' could stop her
At school, she had her first aid kit in her locker, who does that?
But see, my son was an emotional responder
A trait his principal wasn't too fond of
A smart boy, but not much of a scholar
But well aware of the power of a dollar
Dropped out of school not to squander his life away
But so I wouldn't be a goner
My house is currently where the most dangerous blocks are
In the kitchen, just open the washer, there's a cabinet
That's where the pots are
The one I would use to make pasta
He would use to cook the drugs he sold, and that wasn't a shocker
Because he took the responsibility of bein' my sponsor
Every week he would buy pills and some bottles of water
He would save every part of tryna give me the life that his dad couldn't offer
Right now they stay together
Who knows, I might not be here much longer
But I'm here in his honour
And to that gentleman who spoke before me
I'd like to give some advice
You described your life as something that could've been great
When I look at you, I feel like I got my son in sight
So, like I said, let me give you some advice
When you fight for your family, you fight with all of your might
That means, even when the situation seems wrong, you make it right
Even if that moment you guys aren't tight, allow the thought of tomorrow to be your guide of light
Despite all that they haven't or have done
Because, one day, tomorrow will never come
Because–
Meet Mrs. Baker, a single mother tryin' her best to heal physically, emotionally, and spiritually at a group therapy session
Just a few short months after her son was gunned down
In her South Central Los Angeles neighbourhood
[Verse]
I'm here for a number of reasons right now
I look somewhat decent
But I used to be on the corners fiendin' for coke
I'm here by the blood of Jesus, I've contracted some diseases
I wanna thank all of y'all for helpin' me cope
I was broken at my lowest, I received a diagnosis that helped focus on what mattered most, my son and daughter
I remember everyday bein' awake and [?] and Quaker Oats
And my daily dosage of laughter from their jokes that made me stronger
I was no longer a [?] nor a [?]
Didn't even need the occasional swig of liquor
I felt larger than the addictions I couldn't conquer
My kids have to different fathers
My daughter's daddy didn't want her
I'm sure her mind wanders from time to time
About what life would be like if these burdens weren't placed upon her
My son would probably be seen as a monster
A dangerous mobster, but every foul thing he ever did was so that our family could prosper
At a real young age he had dreams of makin' the college team
His dad told him that he'd be a boxer, his favorite fighter was Oscar
He always said that my daughter would be a doctor, a cop or a S.W.A.T. jumpin' from helicopters
When it came for carin' for people, nothin' could stop her
At school, she had her first aid kit in her locker, who does that?
But see, my son was an emotional responder
A trait his principal wasn't too fond of
A smart boy, but not much of a scholar
But well aware of the power of a dollar
Dropped out of school not to squander his life away
But so I wouldn't be a goner
My house is currently where the most dangerous blocks are
In the kitchen, just open the washer, there's a cabinet
That's where the pots are
The one I would use to make pasta
He would use to cook the drugs he sold, and that wasn't a shocker
Because he took the responsibility of bein' my sponsor
Every week he would buy pills and some bottles of water
He would save every part of tryna give me the life that his dad couldn't offer
Right now they stay together
Who knows, I might not be here much longer
But I'm here in his honour
And to that gentleman who spoke before me
I'd like to give some advice
You described your life as something that could've been great
When I look at you, I feel like I got my son in sight
So, like I said, let me give you some advice
When you fight for your family, you fight with all of your might
That means, even when the situation seems wrong, you make it right
Even if that moment you guys aren't tight, allow the thought of tomorrow to be your guide of light
Despite all that they haven't or have done
Because, one day, tomorrow will never come
Because–
( Jaryd Blake )
www.ChordsAZ.com