Young girl had a baby, babies having babies Today a mother, yesterday a young lady And even though her peoples taught her right These young fellas picked fruit and they got a ripe Pick off the tree, pricked by a thorn (I'm pregnant) Nine months later, child born What no one knew is that she planned it (why?) To get away from everybody she had already abandoned She had problems in her home though Can't count on Mama or nobody so she had to get her own dough She felt she had to be kept to keep herself in check Hooked up with a roughneck, and had sex He had a little money, and didn't dress bummy That's why she thought she had it made when he blew up her tummy But he didn't want to stay, she felt played She said ("It's no problem that we can't solve") It was a big standoff and her man ran off I ran into her the other day and I could tell (I could tell) By the look in her eyes, she's was going through hell What's up
I can see the vibe from the look inside your eyes (They tell me why) I can see the vibe from the look inside your eyes (They tell me why, they tell me why) (x2)
Inside your eyes (Inside your eyes) Inside your eyes
The girl's mama got a problem too (what's that?) Her kid's workin her nerves and the authorities is calling too All she knew is she got bills to pay She ain't wrong, at some point everybody feels this way She can't help but to wonder If she did something wrong, or did the ghetto take her under Oh what a bummer it's gon' be a long summer She's gotta call the plumber cause the pipes are clogged This type of life is called struggling Her son sees this so he starts hustling, getting his In the process, a major layoff in the work place Mama came home with a sad face Bad luck, no job Welfare, oh God She prays and crys I can tell how she's feeling by the look in her eyes
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Mama's son found a way out (How?) He got some change from that robbery that everybody's talking 'bout (What?) But didn't do enough planning He bought a gang of clothes and all the rest went gambling And oh yeah, he's developed a new habit Puffing on that sherm stick, acting like a savage Till one day the cops let him have it Caught with an automatic pistol and a dove He was off to see the judge With three strikes in effect The threat of a second was enough to put his life in check And while his whole family looked at him The judge laughed, proceeded to throwing the book at him I ran with him so I know the whole story I feel for him, it could've been him or me I went to visit last weekend Maybe he could drop some game on me that I wasn't peeping I saw his family there His mother started crying cause she saw somebody else cared These are the stories of our lives A sister, mother, and brother described by the look in their eyes