The Regiment - Broken Home lyrics

rate me

[Hook]

Why, swisha, you couldn't tell me?

Why, so, could you tell me?

Why(make it so hard to love)

Could you tell me?

I'm Big Relic, grand pimp style five

Kids, four baby mothers

... same chick

Their my oldest and my youngest, a baller

Living at mom's crib, top the Range with a tint

Get the rims next week, 'cause see? I got priorities

In order. I never graduated, never tried to

I only aspire to the keys that the women want me

To ascribe to, tell me, what I need with retirement?

Or pension? The only thing the measure of a man

Is the luxury to can't stop it

My pah rained with all I gotta do is take him shopping

Settle down and commitment, nah, that ain't an option

A little ... but I can still manage

'Cause my gift for gab wth the games is like a PSP

An analist, yep, independent woman, ...

[Hook]

Put the promises in tins and label 'em

Part of the plan, try to understand why the father

Wasn't there to hold the hand.

And he ran like a father did

Rolled the stone, tipped down on the kid

Before we got to see him in his crib

Change of style, spit up on his bed

Thinking what's next? Running from the Gleck?

Starring at his son with regret

Feeling he is set back, more problems

Want to beat ..., he got the same mind as his father

Now he learning from a girl how to bag a baller

Payday, scholar searching for a dollar in a man's pocket

Use the body for profit

Can't afford to stop it

No love, save the drama, lift the kid

Bring us along to call her mamma

He confused with all this bad news and

Why she gotta choose his shoes over his tie

Guess little man out of sight

But more in the case I get blind

Make your heart the legga, make your heart the legga

[Hook]