City High - What Would You Do? Lyrics

Boys and girls wanna hear a true story?
Saturday night was at this real wild party
They had the liquor overflowin' the cup, about
Five or six strippers tryin to work for a buck
And I took one girl outside wit me, her name
Was Loni, she went to Junior High with me
I said, why you up in there dancin' for cash?
I guess a whole lots changed since I seen you last
She said

What would you do if your son was at home
Crying all alone on the bedroom floor, 'cause he's hungry
And the only way to feed him is ta sleep with a man
For a little bit of money, and his daddy's gone
Somewhere smokin' rock now, in and out of lock down
I ain't gotta job now, so for you this is just a good time
But for me this is what I call life

Girl you ain't the only one with a baby
That's no excuse to be livin' all crazy
Then she looked me right square in the eye
And said everyday I wake up hopin' to die
She said nigga I know about pain 'cause
Me and my sister ran away, so my daddy
Couldn't rape us, before I was a teenager
I done been through more shit, you can't even
Relate to

What would you do if your son was at home
Crying all alone on the bedroom floor, 'cause he's hungry
And the only way to feed him is to sleep with a man
For a little bit of money, and his daddy's gone
Somewhere smokin' rock now, in and out of lock down
I ain't gotta job now, so for you this is just a good time
But for me this is what I call life

Ooh
Wait, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, stop the record, yo, stop the record
Yo shawty you ain't gotta be going out like this, man?
Hold up, what would you do
Get up on my feet and let go of every excuse
What would you do
'Cause I wouldn't want my baby, to go through what
I went through
Come on, what would you do
Get up on my feet, stop makin' tired excuses
What would you do
Girl I know if my mother can do it, baby you can do it

What would you do if your son was at home
Crying all alone on the bedroom floor, 'cause he's hungry
And the only way to feed him is to sleep with a man
For a little bit of money, and his daddy's gone
Somewhere smokin' rock now, in and out of lock down
I ain't gotta job now, so for you this is just a good time
But for me this is what I call life

What would you do if your son was at home
Crying all alone on the bedroom floor, 'cause he's hungry
And the only way to feed him is to sleep with a man
For a little bit of money, and his daddy's gone
Somewhere smokin' rock now, in and out of lock down
I ain't gotta job now, so for you this is just a good time
But for me this is what I call life (come on)

What would you do if your son was at home
Crying all alone on the bedroom floor, 'cause he's hungry
And the only way to feed him is to sleep with a man
For a little bit of money, and his daddy's gone
Somewhere smokin' rock now, in and out of lock down
I ain't gotta job now, so for you this is just a good time
But for me this is what I call life