Young Gemni - Story Part 3

{Verse 1}
I'm starving hungry need more to eat
She only look bad to me when I get her on her knees
Dad home from work he drunk he fumbling the keys
He argued with mom then always leave
They got a son he follow while his father led

The father got a gun on his lap
And got the gun under the bed in the bag
The son was 6 years old
Playing with cars on the floor

Found the gun under the bed pop his self in the head
Now he dead

Father sick at the funeral
He drinks 10times some more as usual

The wife on his ass
Said the cut off the gas
He spent his last cash on some ass

She said she can't do this right now
She said if the wasn't in here are son well be right now
But naw he in the box laid out
What the fuck was you thinking about
What the make you bring dat around
Every time I wake I wanna hear his sound
I fucking hate you it's yo fault why he in the ground
I wish it was you besides you in the ground
Look were we at now
I bet you look like a clown
He pack his bags and move outta town
He Look at her and said is you happy now
And all she hurd was the door sound
He move to Chicago he pray to be layed out
He want to be sprayed out
He been in jail in and out
Life getting hard now
He got fired but he wanna be paid now

He popping perc's
He popping xans

He been drinking lean
Pur codeine

Now he dead
He miss his wife and miss his son to
She crying thinking he went to heaven but if she knew he never did