The Story of Chris

You see kids, there's some ruthless people So low down, dirty, grimy, and evil The type of ones that say I love you before they leave you Stab your back up, like the tip of a doctor's needle Now all their toxins leave you sick And that's only the half of it Won't stop till your body's bagged and zipped And then they'll walk into the morgue And steal your body's tote tag and sh- Please excuse my French That boy was a tool, they should've named him Allen Wrench She in the club, off of nine shots, that's 50 cent Now they both gon' get together, talking bout sum, let's have a kid Man what the fu-(What the f*ck is this?) How the f- that make any sense? (The f*ck) But after a couple of months they did And you guess what they named that kid They named him Chris And now Chris, he didn't know it But his father looked into his eyes and said I love you in that moment Yes he did, his mama thought he actually meant it Their relationship's Pangea, mom and pops, yeah they drifted Lil' Chris, he growing up now, birthday parties, double-gifted Relatives don't get along now, they just respect each other's wishes Good intentions, cycle vicious, vicious cycle Chris, he only six, he out here moonwalking like Michael Fishing for attention, learn a trick, he walk the tightrope Just to find some balance in all of this drama, tall as Eiffel Father's spiteful, mother hurt, she tried her best to make it work How she gon' raise this little man while praying when she can That his father end up in the dirt Meanwhile, his father was wishing that he would've wrapped up first He told Chris, "I guess I was blessed with a curse You got me and I got you, apparently until I'm dead in a hearse All my youth has gone to you, I kinda wish I would've lived it first Should've never let her in, but then I guess that in the end it worked I got what I wanted, then she said that a baby coming Hold up lady, is you crazy or something Your mama wanted me to pay for bills, whole time she knew I wasn't making nothing All the time she was taking sum On my mind, was the day you coming Knew it wouldn't be the same, and I've been running ever since" Now we're back to Chris, he in his teens Pushing the limits, finding plenty trouble to get in He already troubled as it is, grades always plummeting again Looking to his mother, trying to find some comfort But she couldn't cover for him then, now he not a kid Chris grew up and now he's become a young man Popping a pill, man he off of a xan Trying to cope any way that he can Going to parties, come back with the shawties They love him in ways that his parents could never They sharing each other, hold up wait he wasn't wearing a rubber Nine months later, that girl is a mother Chris said I love you and left, she never recovered There's some ruthless people, so low down Dirty, grimy, and evil