Street Victim, Zakiah - My Story Lyrics

Pain inside, going through it more than I imply
Heart is failing, beating slowly I
I can't cry, not even if I try
That's not a lie, fighting to keep myself alive
Pain inside, going through it more than I imply
Heart is failing, beating slowly I
I can't cry, not even if I try
That's not a lie, fighting to keep myself alive
As a young kid, had my primo stripes beating on me
Had my moms on the side saying nigga swing back
Yeah it's crazy how I grew up, thankful for every moment
Cause I got my fucking hands up
Yeah there's levels to this shit nigga, get your hands up
I lost a couple fakes cause they got me fucked up
Coldest kid around cause they got got me fucked up
I keep that fucking blickey tucked
But I pass that blickey to the homie, if I catch a fade
I'm a solid motherfucker, even to this fucking day
I keep my circle small, kinda like a hula hoop
I remember as a kid, had my pops teach me how to fish
After that time, yeah things started getting rough
Starting seeing moms and pops want different vibes
It started fucking with me mentally
Yeah my moms left my pops for a while
I felt like I was cause to the problem
So I started posting up in these streets more
Then I got put up in the system and started fucking with that program
All up in placement with it
I wouldn't stay longer than three months, bouncing house to house
Till I turn myself in, once upon a time I was bouncing out a placement window
Just to fuck around with these bitches and the homies
Come to find out, these eight niggas smoking on the corner just chopping up
Once I hit the cone these niggas straight did me in
But these niggas didn't drop me up
Took my shirt off and told these niggas run again
But these folks didn't swing again, the PCO started spraying that pepper spray
Once that pepper spray sit up on your fucking skin
And start fucking with your sinuses, kinda like them snakes tryna sneak up
My closest homie got hooked on the black
And started fucking with them lethal injections
And that PCP, cause his mom was showing signs of neglections
That I can't relate, cause my mom was around
To tell the truth, my mom was my pops for a while
Cause my sperm donor was a low life
And he didn't even come around, I only seen him once or twice
And he didn't even speak, only scooped me up just to get my glasses
And didn't even say a word, it's good though
My step dad treats me like his own
Pain inside, going through it more than I imply
Heart is failing, beating slowly I
I can't cry, not even if I try
That's not a lie, fighting to keep myself alive
Pain inside, going through it more than I imply
Heart is failing, beating slowly I
I can't cry, not even if I try
That's not a lie, fighting to keep myself alive
2017 Slash 18
My sister passed away, used to call her Thumps
Because she'd thump anybody up
Used to put me through some things, when I heard she was gone
It felt like a dream, started tripping huh
Till I felt my moms tears started dripping on my skin, tryna cuddle me up
Like a kid I was in shock, cause she ain't ever lacking
She either had deuce 5 or she had me packing
Now she's all up with them thugs, in that thug mansion
Rest in pieces
Pain inside, going through it more than I imply
Heart is failing, beating slowly I
I can't cry, not even if I try
That's not a lie, fighting to keep myself alive
Pain inside, going through it more than I imply
Heart is failing, beating slowly I
I can't cry, not even if I try
That's not a lie, fighting to keep myself alive

Pain inside, going through it more than I imply
Heart is failing, beating slowly I
I can't cry, not even if I try
That's not a lie, fighting to keep myself alive
Pain inside, going through it more than I imply
Heart is failing, beating slowly I
I can't cry, not even if I try
That's not a lie, fighting to keep myself alive
As a young kid, had my primo stripes beating on me
Had my moms on the side saying nigga swing back
Yeah it's crazy how I grew up, thankful for every moment
Cause I got my fucking hands up
Yeah there's levels to this shit nigga, get your hands up
I lost a couple fakes cause they got me fucked up
Coldest kid around cause they got got me fucked up
I keep that fucking blickey tucked
But I pass that blickey to the homie, if I catch a fade
I'm a solid motherfucker, even to this fucking day
I keep my circle small, kinda like a hula hoop
I remember as a kid, had my pops teach me how to fish
After that time, yeah things started getting rough
Starting seeing moms and pops want different vibes
It started fucking with me mentally
Yeah my moms left my pops for a while
I felt like I was cause to the problem
So I started posting up in these streets more
Then I got put up in the system and started fucking with that program
All up in placement with it
I wouldn't stay longer than three months, bouncing house to house
Till I turn myself in, once upon a time I was bouncing out a placement window
Just to fuck around with these bitches and the homies
Come to find out, these eight niggas smoking on the corner just chopping up
Once I hit the cone these niggas straight did me in
But these niggas didn't drop me up
Took my shirt off and told these niggas run again
But these folks didn't swing again, the PCO started spraying that pepper spray
Once that pepper spray sit up on your fucking skin
And start fucking with your sinuses, kinda like them snakes tryna sneak up
My closest homie got hooked on the black
And started fucking with them lethal injections
And that PCP, cause his mom was showing signs of neglections
That I can't relate, cause my mom was around
To tell the truth, my mom was my pops for a while
Cause my sperm donor was a low life
And he didn't even come around, I only seen him once or twice
And he didn't even speak, only scooped me up just to get my glasses
And didn't even say a word, it's good though
My step dad treats me like his own
Pain inside, going through it more than I imply
Heart is failing, beating slowly I
I can't cry, not even if I try
That's not a lie, fighting to keep myself alive
Pain inside, going through it more than I imply
Heart is failing, beating slowly I
I can't cry, not even if I try
That's not a lie, fighting to keep myself alive
2017 Slash 18
My sister passed away, used to call her Thumps
Because she'd thump anybody up
Used to put me through some things, when I heard she was gone
It felt like a dream, started tripping huh
Till I felt my moms tears started dripping on my skin, tryna cuddle me up
Like a kid I was in shock, cause she ain't ever lacking
She either had deuce 5 or she had me packing
Now she's all up with them thugs, in that thug mansion
Rest in pieces
Pain inside, going through it more than I imply
Heart is failing, beating slowly I
I can't cry, not even if I try
That's not a lie, fighting to keep myself alive
Pain inside, going through it more than I imply
Heart is failing, beating slowly I
I can't cry, not even if I try
That's not a lie, fighting to keep myself alive