dysfunktional family
Singer:crooked i
don't it feel good? come on
mama you raised so many sons
and it was so hard tryin' to grow in these slums
around gang bangin' and so many guns
pen inmates is what the homies become
but look what brighten ghetto poetry brung
tried to spit us out like a old piece of gum
and all ya'll know it's the row when we come
do you know anyone? it feels like crooked i do
throw your hands in the air
i love my people it's a family affair
mama braided my hair while i sat in the chair
we grew up in the ghetto but found happiness there
the family used to stand and hold hands in a prayer
and i guess he answered oh
sister on the corner got her body for sale
she's still my sister man
i'm still her brother and
i'm a love my sister anyway
grandmamma was by our side
a family that pray together
it's a family that is standin' right by
well it ain't nothin' but a family affair
get your hands in the air
and throw your dubs up like you just don't care
we came from worse to worst
still ridin' for my family
buried up under dirt like hers
reminiscin on when me and the homies in the hood was slap boxed
getting' high like it's the thang to do
to all of my fam stretched out in the pen my niggaz this ones' for you
i got the money plus my ebony queen
bossed up in a black drop top
cold streets brought us close together
with the love that me and my family endeavor this can last forever
i play to win in this crooked game of cut throat
but i love the fact that you my moms and that's on tha row
if it wasn't for my family where would i be
if it wasn't for my family