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Dayton Family

Genres: Hip-Hop

Thru A Thang Lyrics - Dayton Family

I'm going through a thang (repeat 3x) 

 

I'm having problems in my life, steady going through a thang 

Fall to my knees beggin please that my life will change 

My life has been good, but still it riles me, nothing is time is stored 

Jacking this store for a gain of, something cause blacks are killing blacks 

I gots to hustle while i, can 

Don't depend on tomorrow cause I might be a dead man 

I wake up in the morning, there's no food in my, fridge 

My momma give her '86 is cussing out her kids 

Age of 13 I started smoking on that endo 

Kicked it with jodi now I'm peeping out the window 

A lot is on my mind and there's a lotta pressure pressing me 

America and it's system, I figure that they're testing me 

I fall and catch myself, falling in my wisdom 

Daddy's raping daughters and having sex with em 

My mother's turning tricks and I'm ? ? ? no more 

My sister had a baby and she's eating off the floor 

I'm going through a thang, my mind's about to crack 

Somebody took my sack, I gots to take it back 

My heart is in the ghetto cause the ghetto's steady pacing me 

Last night I slit my wrists cause jason was steady chasing me 

No jobs in my city, I thankt that's a shame 

Shorties in the house drinking 40's and we all going straight through a 

Thang 

 

I'm goin, I'm goin, I'm goin through a thang (repeat 8x) 

 

I'm having problems, today was a bad day 

My father's creamated, I smoked his ashes and threw em in an ashtray 

My granny had a stroke and my sister's on dope 

And now I read all the suicidal notes that my sister wrote 

But I must move on, I must forget about the past 

Cause see I'm deep in the ghetto and I'm surrounded by broken glass 

It's time to see a murder, my glock is the object 

I'm labeled as a killer, I cause more grief than the projects 

With a revolver in my hand, they don't figure I live too long 

They tell me to live right but my society's living wrong 

I'm sitting in therapy, I got problems I won't admit 

My teacher's a sex fiend and my reverend's a hypocrite 

I'm catching myself from falling, my record deal was stalling 

I'm ooting on them thangs while my mother's calling 

Nothing worth living for but my family and the money 

I pack a .44, so save the fur for the easter bunny 

Cocaine and ? ? ? I don't think I'm a ever change 

All these problems on my chest, got me going through a thang