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Kenisha Jackson had her first Baby at fifteen. Big C, he kept it going, He had a different piece. Corner house on the Seven, a bunch of family. Kenisha raised her baby when she down and need. Going through her own struggles, she done chose the Streets. Saying I can raise it on my own, She don't need C. Gave the baby away to LA, they named Wanda G. Through the trials and love, he was there, he Didn't need a thing. Only when she talking plea. I felt her pain, now we couldn't speak. When he poured out these tears on this beat. Big C, that's my pops, but we enemies. Ms. Jackson is my mama, my auntie raised me. This a real, real story, ain't no faking on This beat. Kenisha Jackson had her first baby at fifteen. Big C, he kept it going, he had a Different piece. Corner house on the seven, a bunch Of family. But Kenisha raised her baby when she Down and need. Uh, running my thoughts, shit everyone ain't open. The shit that I feel, it's hard for me To cope with. My mind is spacing, it's hard for me to Focus. Me losing my cousin, I can't believe I Wrote this. Smoking on this Cherry Gene. It got me in my memories. Jackson your baby, he grown now, probably got the Streets. Red turning on my face, you can never Leave. Uh, running my thoughts, shit everyone ain't open. The shit that I feel, it's hard for me To cope with. My mind is spacing, it's hard For me to focus. Me losing my cousin, I can't believe I wrote This.