Real True Story - Siete7x

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no
Siete
Uh

Kenesha Jackson had her first baby at fifteen (Oh, oh)
Big C, he kept it goin', he had a different piece (Oh, oh)
Grew a house on the 7, a bunch of family (Oh, woah)
But Kenesha Jackson raised a baby, but she's down in need (Yeah)
Goin' through her own stages and she done chose the streets
Said, "I can raise it on my own,” she don't even see (Oh, oh)
I gave the baby away to a lady named Wanda G (Oh, oh)
Knew to trust and love, it was there, he didn't need a thing
Only way she felt complete (Felt complete)
I felt her pain, now we couldn't speak (We couldn't speak)
Let me pour out these tears on this beat (Oh)
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 fakin' on this B, woah (Oh, oh, oh, oh)

Kenesha Jackson had her first baby at fifteen
Big C, he kept it goin', he had a different piece
Grew 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 (Woah, woah)
The shit that I feel, it's hard for me to cope with (Yeah)
My mind is racing, it's hard for me to focus (Hard for me focus)
Me losin' my curves and I can't believe I broke this
Smokin' on this cherry gin (Smokin' on this cherry gin, woah) and it got me in my memories (It got me in my memories, woah, woah)
Miss Jackson, your baby, he grown and I'm proud, he got his dreams
Sprintin', I'm turnin' on my face, you can never leave (Uh, no, no, no)

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