A SON OF A CRACKHEAD

IN A MATTER OF MINUTES, I WILL BE REDUCED TO BEING A SON OF A CRACKHEAD.
IT ONLY HAPPENS EVERY OTHER WEEK, YALL KNOW..PAYDAY.
SHE COMES HOME, DOESNT FEEDS US, AND REALLY HAS NOTHING TO SAY.
IN A MATTER OF MINUTES, I WILL BE REDUCED TO BEING THE SON OF A CRACKHEAD.
I RECALL 2AM WALKS TO THE CRACKHOUSE.
SHE WAS TOO SCARED TO WALK THERE, BY HERSELF.
HER DEALER WAS COOL, HE CAME AROUND ALOT, BUT LOOKED AT ME, AS IF I DIDNT KNOW.
SITTING IN A HOUSE FULL OF FUMES, 3HOURS LATER MOMS COMES OUT, WITH HER BLOW.
IN A MATTER OF MINUTES, I WILL BE REDUCED TO BEING A SON OF A CRACKHEAD.
ONE MORNING I WOKE UP TO A HORRIBLE SMELL OF BURNING GLASS.
BUT AS I GET CLOSER TOO HER ROOM, I HERE HER SAY, \"MY SON IS COMING, PUT THAT UP REAL FAST\".
SO I KNOCK ON THE DOOR AND PRETEND TO HAVE A BAD DREAM.
I AM THE SON OF A CRACKHEAD, THIS IS NOT A DREAM.
I FALL TO MY KNEES EVERYDAY, HOPING SOMEONE CAN SAFE US.
BUT SHE EVEN STOLE X-MAS, THERE IS NO TRUST.
BEING A SON OF A CRACKHEAD, I THOUGHT WOULD FADE AWAY.
UNTIL SHE OVERDOSED AND PASTED AWAY.
SHE NEVER TOLD ME WHY SHE LEFT US, HERE ALONE
I NEVER GOT A CHANCE TO SAY GOODBYE, AND NOW SHE\'S GONE.

RIP ELNORA.....I WILL ALWAYS BE A SON OF A CRACKHEAD