Poor Role Models Lyrics

Yo! Your father was cop no wonder you just a snitch

Growing up without a pops is humbling as it gets

They rumbling up the block they hustling by the fence

My cousin lives in a box my uncle back on the bricks

My brother was busting zips down after six

He dropped out of the schoolhouse to make a flip

And guess what made him quit the basketball team

Having a kid at 15 so I saw things that I shouldn't have seen

A couple of bad teens who happened to have dreams but witnessing bad times they

Turned into bad dreams For crack fiends we chopping up crack dimes

My brother was last seen in the courtroom flipping the judge off

Examples he end up leaving behind rubbed off

Nail polish remover jail violence and shooters and mula

We skipped school ain't no help out of a tutor

Slap the hell out of Judah for crossing over

Play both sides learn how to drive or park your motor

I cant cry my tears dry my heart got colder

Never seen Barcelona or traveled outside the hood

Maybe cause I'm addicted to smoking my mama was

Maybe cause half my niggas in prison for robbing plugs

Selling designer drugs I'm used to that kinda love

I had to go to certain foreign places to find a buzz

What you know about a thug trying to get his rocks off

What you know about a mug that's a permanent lock jaw

I done seen plenty scrubs and hustlers pitching dubs

Familiar with crips and bloods as a pup this what I saw

What you See Poor role models

We had Poor role models yea

Poor role models poor role models poor role models

Ain't no doctors or lawyers

Just crack rock in the foil

Turn on the pot then it boil and turn a zip to epollo

Then watch the mixture recoil we got it out of the soil

They taught us how to be loyal and move sicker than oil

Black is king so you royal

But I ain't find that out until later on

Until inside of a cop car hearing my mama scream out my baby gone

I maybe wrong but I made this song

So you can just understand why you turned out the way you did

And why you live like the way you live

Brenda down the street got 80 kids

That's what you seen as a teen so you got low self-esteem plus some baby twins

With no father the cycle repeats itself

Your own daughter will probably get beat herself

By a man who ain't never had a man in his life doesn't understand what manhood is like

Dysfunction it keeps pumping like it got it's own heartbeat

Or something Yo these hard streets are munching on

Little black boys and girls who need food you'll get lost in this world

I've seen dudes use designer drugs

What you know about a thug that's trying to get his rocks off

What you know about a mug that's a permanent lock jaw

Never got any hugs experienced empty love

Familiar with crips and bloods growing up guess what I saw

Poor role models we had poor role models

Poor role models Poor role models

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