Like Mother Like Son

[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 rely on this bitches Hurt like this, when it hurts like this I never knew that it could hurt like this, eat my word right chess Arrested, aggression lessons Are diplomas some departments of correction What the streets taught you You taught your son with all your love My uncle's knife when I was old enough Gun separate from 007 Come of both entrance back yard porch terrorist Chorus [Thirstin Howl III] Light candles, hold rosaries, have moralies If your spirit came out to talk to me I got a lot to say, broke a lot of pocket space Every promise brake my spit probably stains Yours truly, convicted by jewelry In your coffin made sure you wore your jewelry Why did God have to divide Bought you a Mother's Day card after you died Like mother like son Sacred sanctions, heart stainless Bold statements, ten by eight inch Hung up her mug shot as inspiration Hurt like this, it shouldn't hurt like this My two bullet wounds didn't hurt like this Why it hurt like this, it hurt like this Nobody in the world should have to go through this [Victoria Quinn singing] I never really left you You're not by yourself I'm always right beside you Even when you runnin rounder and crime I never really left you You're not by yourself You're my baby and I love you I never leave you I'm just in the sky