Woman Talking
"Sean Carter was born December 4th, weiging in at 10 pounds, 8 ounces. He was the last of my 4 children, the only one who didnt give me any pain when I gave birth to him and thats how I knew that he was a special child."
Talking
Hi, Baby, whats wrong?
You look like you've lost your best friend
Tell me, is it something that I've done again?
You act like you've lost your best friend
They say they never really miss you till' you dead or you gone so on that note I'm leavin ater the song
So you aint gotta feel no way about Jay so long, at least let me tell you why I'm this way, hold on
I was concieved by Gloria Carter and Agnes Reaves, who made love under the sicklemore tree
Which makes me a more sicka M.C. than my momma would claim
At 10 pounds when I was born I didnt give her no pain
Although through the years, I gave her her fair share, I gave her her first real scare
I made it for birth when I got here
She knows my purface wasnt purpose I aint perfect I care
But I felt worthless cuz my shirts wasnt matchin my gear
Now I'm just scratchin the surface, cuz whats burried under there, was a kid torn apart once his pops disappeared
I went to school got good grades, could behave when I wanted, but I had demons deep inside that would raise when got fronted (Hold On)
Woman Talking
Sean was a very shy child growing up, he was into sports and a funny story is, at 4 he taught hiself how to ride a bike, a 2 wheel at that, isnt that special? But I noticed a change in him when me and my husband broke up
Now all the teachers couldnt reach me and my momma couldnt beat me hard enough to match the pain of my pops not seeing me so
With that distained in my membrane, got on my pimp game, F**k the world, my defense came
Then the haven introduce me to the gang, Spanish Jose introduced me to cane, I'ma hustler now
My gear is in and I'm in the in-crowd and all the wavy, light skinned girls is lovin me now
My self-esteem went through the roof, man I got my swag, got a vocal from this girl when her man got bag
Plus I hit my momma with cash, made sure that I had, supposedly nobody paid Jazz like ??
I'm gettin ahead of myself by the way I could rap that can second to me movin this crack, give me a second, I swear I would say about my rap career
Then '96 came, N****z 'I'm here (Good-Bye)
Woamn Talking
Sean use to be in the kitchen, beating on the table and rapping and um.. until the wee hours of the morning and then I brought him a boom box, and his sisters and brothers said that he would drive them nuts but, that was my way to keep him close to me and out of trouble
Good-Bye to the game all the spawls, the adrenaline rush
Your blood boils, you in a spot knowin cops could rush and you in the drop you so easy to touch
No 2 days are alike except the 1st and 15th pretty much and trust
Is a word you seldom hear from us, hustlers we dont sleep we rest one eye up
And the drop at the finer man when the well dries up you learn to work the water with out work you thirst till' you die (Yep!)
And n****s get tied up from product and lil brothers break fingers get cut up to show mothers they really got em'
And this was the stress I lived with till I decided to try this rap s**t for a living, I pray I'm forgiven
For every bad decision I made, every sister I played, cuz I'm still paranoid till this day
And its nobody's fault I made the decisions I made, this is the life that I chose, or rather the life that chose me
Now, if you cant respect that your whole perspective is whack, maybe you'll love me when I fade to black x4
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