3AM

[Verse 1] I guess as the old saying goes: “You’re a product of your environment ‘cause the product shows And everything little you do, son, is subconscious Repeating history, unknowing—you can’t stop it” I remember when she first copped it I had to be about six years old because I sat and watched it A child’s innocence Hear, bear witness to his mother smoking crack for the first time was detriment A scar permanent on the heart of this youngster Causing him to be a statistic once he gets older Walking with the weight on his shoulders of mountain boulders He never knew what love felt like—his heart is cold as Ice as he fights to put warm in his sternum Tryin’ to love his seeds—the opposite how he learned it But deep inside is still where that child resides Up waitin’ within the midst of the night, like: [Hook x2] I remember it was three in the mornin’ That’s when I woke, stretchin’ and yawnin’ Just to see her grab her coat and say, “I’ll be back in the mornin’ I’ll stop using soon—I promise, I promise” [Verse 2] Days turned to months. Months turned to years Just to see millions of families lost in the sphere Of this drug war where mothers is sheddin’ tears ‘Cause they gotta bury they children year after year Kids put in foster care, it’s unfair How a substance can destroy so many homes—it’s queer The rush of the coke’ll have you acting the savage Robbing your own kinfolk, shooting, and stabbing Just to manage habits daddy calls “eternal damage” Just to sober up and not remember what happened It all seems careless ‘cause when reality sets You find yourself twenty years later full of regret Gambling and dope are many tools of the Devil This’ll try to take you to hell at any level But listen close to the children cries While the parents steady losing they lives On the mission like: [Hook x2] I remember it was three in the mornin’ That’s when I woke, stretchin’ and yawnin’ Just to see her grab her coat and say, “I’ll be back in the mornin’ I’ll stop using soon—I promise, I promise”