Life was the best, i had everything that i needed
But for the laced drugs, i begged and i pleaded
I needed a hit, and it was hurting not to have one
The extent of trembling fingers holding a handgun
Life got down in the dumps, then i got pregnant
I knew i couldnt have this kid, so i had to end it

I kept smoking my crack, supress the crying
Not realising the life inside me was dying
Got to the point, where i gave sex for dope
And checks for crack where in the mail i hoped
I overdosed and lay comatosed for over a week
I was 7 months pregnant and couldnt see my feet

Thats when i had the conclusion this baby is mine
No more standing on the corner waitin for dimes
I had to take responsibility, and i had to step up
No more sexy clothes and no more trashy make-up
I took control of my life, my genes were evolving
And pretty soon this stomach... would be disolving

But it was too late, only fate was in my hands
So i prayed to the man, with greedy self demands
The day of my son's birth was happy but dead
Because my baby boy was born without any legs
I cried to myself, and took the faults of his pain
Took away his tears, and removed all his strain

It was never enough, my son couldnt walk
And the reason was crack, writen in chalk
Which means it could be rained away freely
But forget the causes my baby boy needs me
I caused this stress, i made the worst effect
Cuz of me, my son was born with a birth defect

What could i do, but be the best mother there was
Id push him in the stroller, streets covered with buzz
People speaking about what i did, how i was wretched
I!! smoked the crack, my son didnt need to catch it
But he did, and now he's the one who has to pay
But i swear i would take away his pain anyday

Consider How sad it was..... for the life that i prayed
My drugs had no immediate effects, they were delayed
It was my fault, and im sorry, worst words i collect
All i wish, is that i could take away his birth defect