Credits
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Eddie White
Rap
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Eddie White
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PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
H Boogie
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Lyrics
“SORRY, MA”
(Chorus)
Long days turned to dark nights
When curfews was the street lights
Ma dukes couldn’t blink twice
Head first in the field, & we oathed for life/
Sorry Ma, the streets was calling me
Working a 9-5 kind of bothered me
I played secondary, gave it all of me
Looking back, I just wanted you to be proud of me/
No college letters, we was hard knocks
All American, I let the ball drop
Know I’m going for it til my heart stop
Putting up these numbers like it’s Hard Rock/
Granny still praying I make it home
Strengthen the weak, by preying on the strong
They say gangstas never live that long
My longevity like Nike Foams/
Learned coordination on a milk crate
That was 12, by 16 I knew how to shake
Proper doper wit the razors edge
CNA how I be handling meds/
Committing crimes & got accustomed to it
Did the time, & went right back to it
I just look like this, I ain’t stupid
You either valuable or you useless/
Long days turned to dark nights
When curfews was the street lights
Ma dukes couldn’t blink twice
Head first in the field, & we oathed for life/
Sorry Ma, the streets was calling me
Working a 9-5 kind of bothered me
I played secondary, gave it all of me
Looking back, I just wanted you to be proud of me/
There’s no wayyyy I could pay ya back
The cards stacked when you born black
You stayed suited, you ain’t never slacked
& for that I always got ya back/
To young to trap, but old enough to count it
At the dining room table, bagging girl mountains
Wished in a well, for a money fountain
I piled them hunnits up, like public housing/
Hated to see you do it on ya own
2 & 3 jobs, you was hardly home
Jumped off the porch, it was literally on
On Van Buren, pockets pull of stones/
Could never blame you for the route I took
You gave me keys I couldn’t find in books
To find yourself, you just gotta look
I found myself in the county of the crooks//
Long days turned to dark nights
When curfews was the street lights
Ma dukes couldn’t blink twice
Head first in the field, & we oathed for life/
Sorry Ma, the streets was calling me
Working a 9-5 kind of bothered me
I played secondary, gave it all of me
Looking back, I just wanted you to be proud of me/
Written by: Eddie White
