Lyrics: Craig Johnson Jr.
Music: Craig Johnson Jr.
Oh, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no
See that there, uh
Kenesha Jackson had her first baby at fifteen
Big C, he kept it going, he had a different piece
Grown a house on the 7, a bunch of family
But Kenesha Jackson raised a baby, but she's down in need
Goin' through her own stages, and she done chose the streets
Said, "I can raise it on my own, she don't need see"
I gave the baby away to a lady named Wanda G
Knew to trust and love, it was there, he didn't need a thing
Only way she felt complete
Fell complete
I felt her pain, now we couldn't speak
We couldn't speak
And we all got these tears on this beat
Big C, that's my pops, but we ain't enemies
Miss Jackson is my mama, but my auntie raised me
This a real, real story, ain't no faking on this B
What?
Kenesha Jackson had her first baby at fifteen
Big C, he kept it going, he had a different piece
Grown a house on the 7, a bunch of family
But Kenesha Jackson raised a baby, but she's down in need
Uh, runnin' my thoughts, shit, everyone ain't open
The shit that I feel, it's hard for me to cope with
My mind is racing, it's hard for me to focus
Me losin' my curves and I can't believe I broke this
Smokin' on this cherry gin
And it got me in my memories
Miss Jackson, yo, baby, he grown and I'm proud, he got his dreams
Sprinting, I'm turning on my face, you can never leave, ah
Uh, runnin' my thoughts, shit, everyone ain't open
The shit that I feel, it's hard for me to cope with
My mind is racing, it's hard for me to focus
Me losin' my curves and I can't believe I broke this