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Tyrone Harrison
Tyrone Harrison
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Lyrics

I remember all of my trauma 'cause that's what made me
I remember pleadin' wit' God guess that's what saved me
Jumped off of the porch I was drivin' my momma crazy
I remember that fork the road I took forever changed me
I remember sleepin' at the park
I know it's fucked up but it get peaceful after dark
Sneakin' in my momma house I still had a key
Soon as she found out she went and changed the locks on me
Wrestled wit' the streets they had a hold of me
Momma tried she couldn't get control of me
Turned her back and that shit left a hole in me
I swear to God that shit snatched out the soul in me
That shit turned me 'to a monster
Addicted to the blood I need a sponsor
Outside in the cold without a Moncler
Had to weather all them storms now I'm stronger
I remember sleepin' on the floor wit' rats and roaches
I swear the shit was foul the way we lived was so atrocious
Remember servin' dog but see the dog was too ferocious
One OD it had us shook of every junkie who approached us
Like who is that?
I was kickin' down your front door Dubba comin' through the back
You reach I buss he buss we make sure ain't no way you shootin' back
We had a long run 'til them people came and sat us on the racks
I remember that long ride to Lorain on that blue bus
Feelin' slow it should've been a short yellow school bus
Strip us naked shave our heads to mentally abuse us
Take away our names and give us numbers to confuse us
It went 562364 locked inside my cell beatin' on my cell door
I'm just makin' music celly asked me what for
Cracker said I had to stop I beat him to the cell floor
It went 562364 middle of the night the CO knockin' at my door
Said it's shakedown and I got three gallons in store
He ain't find the pack but knocked my pictures on the floor
He ain't find the pack but knocked my momma off the wall
Lucky for his ass that she was still around to call
I remember takin' flip-flops to the stall
Remember when they issued me another **** drawers
Remember bein' hungry I was forced to go to chow
Hungarian goulash it was fuckin' up my bowels
Remember **** switchin' **** fuckin' up they vowels
Remember **** snitchin' **** fucked it up for trial
Written by: Tyrone Harrison

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