Jon Jr - Cycle

He was a young boy, to young to see it's coming
His door slam shut so you know they dumm'in
Pops don't know how to respect his woman
Till his worst enemies become his child
Laid off the bills can't get paid off
The walls got paint chipped off, alls lost
There's nowhere to punch the clock
So pops filled up with Scotch
They fuss and fight, they cuss and the kids they watch
Wishing they could twist the plot
Especially him, never showed off what he just got
To his friends, cause ain't enough money to cop
Age sixteen, graduates to glocks
His girl eight months, she about to drop
Her face marked up with knots, why not
The pack won't move and his block is hot
Abuse is a cycle
Someone is walking just like you, talking just like you
Not careful end up just like you
There's no telling what they just might do
Abuse is a cycle
Someone is walking just like you, talking just like you
Not careful end up just like you
There's no telling what they just might do
She was a young girl, old enough for Barbie
Calling grandma mommy
Cause Pam got a problem but she's so sorry
She see's her daughter hardly
Motherhoods a hobby, she rather play in the lobby
Post up where the stars be
Her futures foggy, she used to play Atari
Now she play boys, hot like safari
Daughter at home, age of eight
Latchkey kid, her fathers Downstate
To young to realize she cries her fate
Three am as she lays awake
It's visible she's made the same mistakes, a decade later
Strips to get paper
If you a hustler you could pay later
Two grams of blow and even you could date her
Abuse is a cycle
Someone is walking just like you, talking just like you
Not careful end up just like you
There's no telling what they just might do
Abuse is a cycle
Someone is walking just like you, talking just like you
Not careful end up just like you
There's no telling what they just might do
How you gone stop the cycle, if you won't admit the problem
Got a fist full of dollars whoever could solve em
But most ya'll would say that ain't to common
Was a old dude, used to run them numbers
Bootleg spot, think the street was Sumner
I used to watch, from a window under
Neath the escape, I was so much younger
Bit off the con men, pimps and hustlers
Learnt that my foes, were hoes and busters
Uncles ducking the feds was sort of a custom
How you think I learnt how to cut the mustard
Abuse is a cycle
Someone is walking just like you, talking just like you
Not careful end up just like you
There's no telling what they just might do
Abuse is a cycle
Someone is walking just like you, talking just like you
Not careful end up just like you
There's no telling what they just might do

Written by:
JOHN E JOHNSON

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