My Momma raised a devil child
My Momma's got a good reason to cry
I walk along the old dirt road
Not alot in my pocket but a pocket of soul
Yeah
Uh huh
Yeah
My Papa drove over life
Lived every day on the edge of a knife
Left me and my mom when I was six years old
'Cause the blood in his vains be ice cold
Yeah
Ow!
Yeah
Writer(s): Gavin Brown, John Louis Christopher Calabrese, Rishi James Ganjoo
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