Crutch lyrics

Artist  : Field Mob 
Song : Crutch



 Send "Crutch" Ringtone to your Cell 

 (Chorus) 
You are not alone 'cause I'm going through this
thing with you 
You don't have to cry no more 
If we make it through this pain, promise I'm gon'
keep it real with you 
You don't have to cry no more 

(Boondox) I remember bein broke with no record
deal 
(Kalage) Broke with no job 
(B) Too broke to smoke dope 
(K) Man, times so hard 
I wanna take my own life 
(B) That's what pain do to you 
(K) But I'm too broke to even die 
(B) I couldn't afford a funeral 
(K) I'm too broke to spend time 
(B) Y'all don't know how it feel 
I could've been a metal welder 
(K) 'Cause I know how to steel (steal) 
(B) Naw, I ain't braggin, I'm just keepin it real

I was so broke my wet dream was 'bout eatin a
meal 
(K) Man I been homeless 
(B) You ever spent the night in the grass? 
(K) With ants and mesquitos 
(B) While they bitin ya as* 
(K) My best friend got shot nine times for nothin

He was all I had, we used to lie and say we was
cousins 
(B) Even momma turned her back on me, wouldn't
look me in my face 
I'm a disgrace to my folks... 
(K) 'Cause I ain't graduate? 
(B) I ain't have nobody 
(K) Man, I wish I was dead 
(B) I was alone so I turned to God and he said 

(Chorus) 

(Boondox) 
As far as I remember, I been in high school ever
since elementary 
 
Since the fifth I been twistin spliffs and hittin
the weed 
My eyes went through menestration every day in
the summer 
At age six, my piss could crank up a Hummer 
Had a hooker mom, like Alfred she Hitchcock 
Bumped dad, 'cause when he visit it was like a
pit stop 
I lived knock hard, like Jay-Z, boy ya won 
Things got harder, at age eighteen, I bought a
gun 
A three-eighty caliber, for street crazy
scavengers 
Tryna take my ???, I'll turn your hat lavender 
Sacks of herb in my pocket I smoke eventually 
Supposed to be sellin 'em, but it's hard to give
'em away 
Livin the day for tomorrow, so on the down-low 
I used beats and rhymes, why not, look at me now 
From flippin dimes, playin get like me to get a
dollar 
To ridin on my own twenties in my Impala, I ain't
cryin 

(Chorus) 

(Kalage) 
Well, I been hearin a lotta people say that
blood's thicker than water 
Well answer this then, which would you swallow? 
I said that to say, it don't matter, friend or
kin 
Shawn ain't my cousin but he here through thick
and thin 
(B) OK, I came up but all the faith folks came
down 
(K) The script flip flopped 
(B) Now the game changed round 
Everybody wanna chill now, in my grill now 
Now my smile ice cold, white gold like
whooooooaaaa! 

(Chorus) 4x