The Regiment - Broken Home Lyrics
[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 fiveKids, four baby mothers... same chickTheir my oldest and my youngest, a ballerLiving at mom's crib, top the Range with a tintGet the rims next week, 'cause see? I got prioritiesIn order. I never graduated, never tried toI only aspire to the keys that the women want meTo ascribe to, tell me, what I need with retirement?Or pension? The only thing the measure of a manIs the luxury to can't stop itMy pah rained with all I gotta do is take him shoppingSettle down and commitment, nah, that ain't an optionA little ... but I can still manage'Cause my gift for gab wth the games is like a PSPAn analist, yep, independent woman, ...[Hook]Put the promises in tins and label 'emPart of the plan, try to understand why the fatherWasn't there to hold the hand.And he ran like a father didRolled the stone, tipped down on the kidBefore we got to see him in his cribChange of style, spit up on his bedThinking what's next? Running from the Gleck?Starring at his son with regretFeeling he is set back, more problemsWant to beat ..., he got the same mind as his fatherNow he learning from a girl how to bag a ballerPayday, scholar searching for a dollar in a man's pocketUse the body for profitCan't afford to stop itNo love, save the drama, lift the kidBring us along to call her mammaHe confused with all this bad news andWhy she gotta choose his shoes over his tieGuess little man out of sightBut more in the case I get blindMake your heart the legga, make your heart the legga[Hook]
