"A Broken Mom's Diary" lyrics
(Ducky made the beat blast)
Diary of a crashout two
This a diary of a broken mom, guess mama had a diary
Stressed 'cause her only son, he been in the streets wildin'
Shawn don't never tell her nothin', she heard he be sellin' dope and robbin'
She like, "How I'ma tell him to go to college if I ain't go to college?"
She like, "How I'ma tell him to leave the streets when he got limited options?"
Could've put him up for adoption, but she figured that wasn't an option
Today his BM keep on callin', damn, she hate him for real
If it was up to her, they wouldn't be speak until the baby get here
This bitch say have I talked to Shawn, why she can't keep him at home? Always callin' about him cheatin', why she won't leave him alone?
Yeah, get up, get out of there, leave them alone, but that ain't my business, they grown
I be wonderin' do he get that from me 'cause back then I wasn't never at home? (Yeah)
I was runnin' the streets for somethin' to eat, independent, was all on my own (Yeah)
I just hope he don't think I ain't wanna be there 'cause mama was always gone (Gone)
And I understand why Shawn in the streets, he just goin' by what he shown and I was goin' by what I know (Know)
She callin' again (Hello?), turn on the news (I can't), I'm cookin' his food
Why you cryin'? She say, "I don't know if it's him, but it look like it's shoes"
Like whose shoes? Shawn's? (Yeah), and it kinda look like my brother house too
I turned on the news, shit (Fuck)
I called Terry again, he say he ain't seen him today
Dear God, I pray that ain't my baby, I'm hot, I feel steam on my face
He blocked me, won't answer my FaceTime
This shit need to be fake, I mean, this shit gotta be fake (Uh)
Police say they got a suspect, I look back at the screen
He must ain't answer 'cause he upset, this his face on the TV
Is that Terry? (Yeah, that's Terry), can't be Terry, that's his people
Knock at the door, it's a detective, she just fell down to her knees
This a diary of a broken mom who feel like it's her fault (Fault, fault)
She lost her baby to the streets, she couldn't help him, he was lost (Lost, lost)
Knowledge come with a cost, that was a price she couldn't afford
So she settled for the worst 'stead of a life she would adored
'Stead of dreamin' 'bout her future, in a store up on the corner
Her dreams filled with broken glass and bloody money on the floor
Mm, her dreams filled with broken glass and bloody money on the floor
Mm, yeah, her dreams filled with broken glass and bloody money on the floor
Diary of a crashout, diary of a crashout two, this part two, nigga
Diary of a crashout, diary of a crashout two, this part two, nigga (Oh)
This part two, nigga
Mm
Mm, mm, mm
Mm, mm, mm
Diary of a crashout two
This a diary of a broken mom, guess mama had a diary
Stressed 'cause her only son, he been in the streets wildin'
Shawn don't never tell her nothin', she heard he be sellin' dope and robbin'
She like, "How I'ma tell him to go to college if I ain't go to college?"
She like, "How I'ma tell him to leave the streets when he got limited options?"
Could've put him up for adoption, but she figured that wasn't an option
Today his BM keep on callin', damn, she hate him for real
If it was up to her, they wouldn't be speak until the baby get here
This bitch say have I talked to Shawn, why she can't keep him at home? Always callin' about him cheatin', why she won't leave him alone?
Yeah, get up, get out of there, leave them alone, but that ain't my business, they grown
I be wonderin' do he get that from me 'cause back then I wasn't never at home? (Yeah)
I was runnin' the streets for somethin' to eat, independent, was all on my own (Yeah)
I just hope he don't think I ain't wanna be there 'cause mama was always gone (Gone)
And I understand why Shawn in the streets, he just goin' by what he shown and I was goin' by what I know (Know)
She callin' again (Hello?), turn on the news (I can't), I'm cookin' his food
Why you cryin'? She say, "I don't know if it's him, but it look like it's shoes"
Like whose shoes? Shawn's? (Yeah), and it kinda look like my brother house too
I turned on the news, shit (Fuck)
I called Terry again, he say he ain't seen him today
Dear God, I pray that ain't my baby, I'm hot, I feel steam on my face
He blocked me, won't answer my FaceTime
This shit need to be fake, I mean, this shit gotta be fake (Uh)
Police say they got a suspect, I look back at the screen
He must ain't answer 'cause he upset, this his face on the TV
Is that Terry? (Yeah, that's Terry), can't be Terry, that's his people
Knock at the door, it's a detective, she just fell down to her knees
This a diary of a broken mom who feel like it's her fault (Fault, fault)
She lost her baby to the streets, she couldn't help him, he was lost (Lost, lost)
Knowledge come with a cost, that was a price she couldn't afford
So she settled for the worst 'stead of a life she would adored
'Stead of dreamin' 'bout her future, in a store up on the corner
Her dreams filled with broken glass and bloody money on the floor
Mm, her dreams filled with broken glass and bloody money on the floor
Mm, yeah, her dreams filled with broken glass and bloody money on the floor
Diary of a crashout, diary of a crashout two, this part two, nigga
Diary of a crashout, diary of a crashout two, this part two, nigga (Oh)
This part two, nigga
Mm
Mm, mm, mm
Mm, mm, mm
