Childhood Years Lyrics

Childhood Years lyrics

featuring  C-Murder, Porsha 

Intro: C-murder (talking) with Porsha singing. 
This is a story about my childhood years. 
For all my niggas. 
For my life as a ghetto child. 
. ThereÆs so much pain 

Verse 1: ???? 
I remember as a little kid. 
Growing up. Many of my friends didnÆt make it up to bricks. 
Punished for the sh*t that they did, it gets so hard to live. 
Mama cut the same tears, livinÆ in fears. 
Wondering if their son died or survived. 
But mama, IÆm cutting the 45. 
I die, tell mama donÆt cry. 
Dry eyes, æcause how I live. I know to smile. 
A young misbehaved child, running in the streets wild. 
Try to make my money, pop. 
My eyes are getting slim. 
And my life is getting down, and I feeling like death is near. 
And IÆm hoping that the heavenÆs here. 
I cry, æcause the Lord knows how m! any years IÆve tried. 
But this lifeÆs a lie. It ainÆt not a hope unless a nigga die. 
Lord why!!, Lord why!! 

Verse 2: ???? 
My childhood years was kinda rough because my pops werenÆt there. 
I was left to peer. Always pay but no one to share. 
These hard times, stressinÆ to sell nickels and dimes. 
Had to support my family, no one else was puttinÆ time. 
Reminiscing about on dead peers troughout the the years. 
No more tears, my childhood years with scrilla fifth. 
WhoÆs the maycliff for all this f**king fight to stop a nigga. 
Just a price I have to pay, nigga. 
My childhood years 

Chorus repeated once: C-Murder (Porsha singing in the background) 
My childhood years, got my sh*t in tears. 
ItÆs hella scary. 
IÆm trapped, and I donÆt wanna die in a cemetery. 
This ghetto ties got me livinÆ in pain. 
Lord knows I donÆt wanna die in vain. 

Verse 3: C-Murder 
 
My childhood years was spend in cemeteries bearing my peers. 
Many tears, that I have shaded, for my niggas disappeared. 
In a bad year. Now with depressed in just memory. 
Drinking Hennessy. To dry away my misery. 
Trapped since birth, a ghetto child living in curse. 
ItÆs getting worse, until IÆm covered up in dirt. 
The pain it hurts. 
That be the reason why my blast first. 
æCause I refuse to be a victim in the black hears. 
Memories up with child runninÆ wild. 
I couldnÆt smile, because my motherf**kinÆ life was foul. 
A troubled child, stressinÆ from his childhood years. 
Heavenly father. Could you please wipe away my tears. 

Verse 4: Reginelli 
I could remember way back, when a! nigga was sick. 
I just to watch my brother do some dangerous shit. 
Staying out all night, mama worrying sick. 
Wondering if he was dead or just play with a bit*h. 
But when I saw this wild nigga came up like I did. 
When I eat dwellars, when the niggas start to slanging that shit. 
I tight up on my hustle. Start to paying the bills. 
Shading tills, æcause my brother got locked up for three years. 
After that a nigga start to grabbinÆ the mic. 
Write rap, on sheet of paper, making solider sh*t tight. 
Three years later, my brother came home from jail. 
TellinÆ me he wrote rap, when he was strapped in a cell. 
A week later, we was some No limit soliders. 
Gambino family, for all the readers and rollers. 
But you can tell a nigga been shading some tears. 
By the way I live. 
My childhood years. 

Chorus repeated once. 

Outro: C-murder (talking) with Porsha singing 

Childhood years. 
Shading tears. 
For ! all my dead peers. 
Hard time strapped in the game. 
Try to maintain