Songtext Worries Mistah F.A.B.

Worries

Born in '82
Den did more than a baby could do
Mama had a c-section
Almost died from a bleeding infection
Pops on his own direction
Heroin feind
Syringe injection
So many questions
Felt like he missed so many blessings
But when you dont cherish good things
Bad things perish
Now my mama like a single parent
Pushin me around in this baby carrige
Then hooked up in a crazy marrige
Pop was down
Not underground
But then the feds
I was 8 or 10 I said
Evil men mislead
Shot pops not in his head
Rush to the hospital
And I got in his bed
He was cool From the gun shots
But this where the fun stops
One cop said check the DNA
Listen to what im about to say
My father was far from gay
But diseases stray when your needle play
And I need to say
I use to smoke so much weed a day
Just to keep them dreams away
With my pops in his last days I stayed
He taught me a lot
But I was so young
Told me to grow smart
Never grow dumb
Daddy died in 94 huh
damn how much I miss my pops
Told me spread the name
Make my kids a cox
Fug is what they called him
I really miss him a lot
But it don't stop
My mama use to hit them rocks
Till she found the lord
On her own since 13
Workin
Still tryin to find some more
Never owned a house
Barley owned a couch
Crowded in the house
Many in and out
Mama had no doubt
Had a lot of clout
Life hit a drought
When her son popped out
Through the game
True and remain
I drove my mama insane
From playin them games
No father figure in my life
After 13
Always on my own
Mama always working
Spent most of my life
Lookin in the curtians
On to the street
Not wantin to follow off in my fathers feet
And my brother cant stop holdin the heat
Real true meaning of a solider G
He older then me
I love him much
But I really wouldnt know him such
If it wasnt for them christmas letters
Dont see my sis
Its all real
Hope that your believin this
I never thought i'd be releasing this
My granny died with my hand on her hand
Danny died
That was my closest friend
Damn my homie did some dirt and got out of the state
I stay up in the studio and out of the way
No actin ill
Mama cryin cause we back on bills
And her back is peeled
And her feet hurt
Forced to wear them cheap skirts
When she just want the best
My old school homie caught 2 to the chest
And my head , man its full of the stress
Let it connect
Runnin like water
Runnin n daughters
Playa hatas wanna see me slaughtered
About the hate
Do I mind? No
My lil cousin get everything so what the hell he grind fo
Everything my brother got he used his nine for
In time though as time grow will my mind blow?
I dunno
Hope in God got a good plan for me
Hopefully one day I got plans to see
Grands and Gs
Lands over sea's
Put my mama hands on freeze
Now she can be everily

Hook:
Most of my days
I be stressed and burnt out
Thinkin bout my life
And wonderin how it was gone turn out
Will I take a fall like my dad?
Or be locked up like my brother
Or worry and stress my self out just like my mother
I got worries
Movin in a hurry
Everything is blurry
I cant see
Only thing that kill my pain is this hennessey
God , why me?(repeat)