From the recording Step Child
Lyrics
Step Child ©1994 (Rev. 6-5-2020)
This is How I’m showin’ my Affections...
from all the Anger buildin Up inside...
Step Child out here Reckless...
don’t make me catch another Homicide...
don’t make me catch another Homicide...
don’t make me catch another Homicide...
V.1
Step Child... Held Down... head Bobbin... listenin to Meek... hard times... Rollin through the Streets... Taurus tryin to Eat...
Loc’d out and Hustlin... just me... Life in the Cell sounds... worse when you tryin to Survive... Keep from goin Under... that’s the Vibe...
Thangs make you Wonder... how come plenty of the G’z make a Fortune in a Week... gotta put my Mind to work... I’m in Grief...
Came up with a Plan... how one lil Hustler could make it past the White Man... same white folks that keep us down... they want a Skin tan...
Got me wearin frowns... got me Strugglin’... tryin to Emerge so I’m Hustlin... tryin to Dodge the Bars... shake the Jail Cells... rather be Dead than be Trapped hopin Not to Fail...
And be Restrained Temporarily... Prosecute me... pleadin to the Nickel plated Uzi... aim a Gun in your direction I ain’t learn this from the Movies... i ain’t Learn this From the Movies...
This is How I’m showin’ my Affections...
from all the Anger buildin Up inside...
Step Child out here Reckless...
don’t make me catch another Homicide...
don’t make me catch another Homicide...
V.2
Homey sold me out for some Chump Change... I’mma Retaliate... Bullet in his Brain... Play me out... I Play for Keeps in this Life Time...
I make Examples you can call to the Crime Line... (Screw my life... you can Send me to the State Penn)... (A lot of Pain and Fallin Tears... I need a Vape Pen)...
I don’t Even smoke but Hard years of being trapped in a little room... in Jail they sing the same Tune... (your Best homey workin for the State)...
Ran his mouth on your case... made Mistakes and let’em Slide... if I smoked’em the First Time... I seen’em UnReliable... and pled it’s Justifiable...
I’m goin down in History... Bullets get to Flyin... he’ll be Dyin as a Mystery... and I’ll be diagnosed as a Maniac... I’ll be Holdin court in the Streets... Facts...
All I ever need is a Mac Ten... lose Trial... on Appeal... yea... I’ll be Back Then... and talk about Everythang that Happened to Me...
Let my Step Father know... this is what Happened to me...
This is How I’m showin’ my Affections...
from all the Anger buildin Up inside...
Step Child out here Reckless...
don’t make me catch another Homicide...
don’t make me catch another Homicide...