Come Home (Second Verse)
Wifey don't like the way I spend my time
I'm in the streets more than speed bumps and traffic signs
every time I dip she giving me lip
but to find these chips I got to grind like the Clipse
She's always crying she wants some quality time
she's always crying she wants me out of the grind
she sees me dyeing I probably will
a drop out with no marketable skill
so I place all my hopes and dreams
on the c.r.e.a.m generating by what makes them fiend
now I rarely lay my head where I reside
hustle hard for my unborn seed and I
oops made the wrong move now I'm doing time
for selling slices of the devil's pie
now I make collect calls on the phone
she tells me that she needs me It's hard to carry on
I tell her keep her head up stay strong
but she don't want to raise this baby on her own
she cried this ain't the life that I deserve
It's hard, I'm tired from work, this baby working my nerves
and the stress brings the chest pains
now days I'm less sane
last night I could not sleep praying that death came
and I feel the heart in her tone
the pain it resonates and penetrates to the bone
I want to reach out to touch but it's just a telephone
she never in her life felt so alone
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