Q-Unique - The Set Up lyrics

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[Q-Unique]

My world was a broken scene and a broken home

Broken dreams, and an open throne

My world my mother doing her best at avoiding doom

Me and my brother sleep on a cot in the boiler room

My world was a lineup for welfare getting food stamps

And moms working at shit jobs to feed her two champs

My world was my cousin leaving the earth in a Hurst

And my pops reappearing only to make matters worse

My world was watching dad beating up on mama

Brining his girlfriend to the house increase the drama

My world was divided once mom broke out

Took Jay with her and left me a mind full of doubt

My world was discovering the bullshit sittin broke

With dad smoking and sniffing coke with different folks

My world was stealing from grandma for dads bad habits

And my cousin John died a heroine addict

My world was a beat down for bad answers

And I plotted dads murder, God knows I had chances

My world was a stepmother three years older then me

God was at the door, the Devil was holding the key

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We all got a story to tell and here's mine

Told ma the rhyme, she was on the phone tears crying

Cant imagine why I'm against incredible odds

Wrote a complaint letter and sent it to god

I never asked to be born, but I've asked to die

Never asked for this shit, so I'm asking why?

What's the purpose of life if you can never prevail?

Tell me what should I expect when I was set up to fail?

My world became a planet in the dark sky

Blood opening the scenes of a shark's dark eye

Bad spirits is following the sun

I've got voices in my head saying “son you better run”

Nine different schools and nine different apartments

Made my mind dark but I'm a shine regardless

And that's when the thought of dealing crack came

I rhymed just to rhyme as a fan in the rap game

My gun in the innocent face that approached us

Now the cops surround the cafeteria like roaches

They found the .45 and the banana clip

But the bundle of crack was hidden under Anna's tit

Written letters to the judge, Mothers talk would work

A slap on the wrist and now I'm free to walk the earth

But she soon tired and thought that I was hopeless

So I had to sleep on D's couch, I was homeless

A peuto rock in a hard place, gotta drill through

With a stepdad saying spick I'm gonna kill you

I don't understand why God puts us through pain

Cast me in a storm and left me standing in the rain

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