feat. Victoria Quinn

[Thirstin Howl III talking]
Ay yo
This joint dedicated to my mom right (I love you ma)
She taught me exactly what life taught her
And what the streets taught her
And when she died I felt like I was three years old again
And we were walkin across the street and she let go of my hand

Chorus: Thirstin Howl III w Victoria Quinn (repeat 2x)
Why it hurts like this
Won't go away, won't go away
The pain won't go away

[Thirstin Howl III]
Concealed stress, realness
No more tears left
When it hurts like this
Streets and crimes taught each respect
God take me instead, take me instead
Same color hair, same color of eyes
Her criminal record longer than mines
Got caught sleepin, peep it
She bought me a twenty-five when I got stuck for the sheepskin
So, so senseless
When trough the ??? together cold and fenceless
Handled it like a man, I'm grown
I give up my life for one Thanksgiving with my moms home
Hurt like this, taught me how to be me
Put her mug shot on the back cover of my CD
Not a doubt I was proud
No jail she ever been in when it was not her house

Chorus

[Thirstin Howl III]
Without one thought
No mother's love short
Ten I will rise to visit me up north
When nobody else came, nobody else came
When nobody else came, nobody else came
Love and passion
Couldn't get my baby's moms to send me a package
Don't disregard, the system's hard
The only nigga wearin Gucci sneakers in the yard
It is written in family tradition, prison



Moms snuck me razor blades during visits
Brought my kids and sent me pictures
If you left me lonely told me don't