3AM

[Verse 1]
I guess as the old saying goes:
“You’re a product of your environment ‘cause the product shows
And everything little you do, son, is subconscious
Repeating history, unknowing—you can’t stop it”
I remember when she first copped it
I had to be about six years old because I sat and watched it
A child’s innocence
Hear, bear witness to his mother smoking crack for the first time was detriment
A scar permanent on the heart of this youngster
Causing him to be a statistic once he gets older
Walking with the weight on his shoulders of mountain boulders
He never knew what love felt like—his heart is cold as
Ice as he fights to put warm in his sternum
Tryin’ to love his seeds—the opposite how he learned it
But deep inside is still where that child resides
Up waitin’ within the midst of the night, like:

[Hook x2]
I remember it was three in the mornin’
That’s when I woke, stretchin’ and yawnin’
Just to see her grab her coat and say, “I’ll be back in the mornin’
I’ll stop using soon—I promise, I promise”

[Verse 2]
Days turned to months. Months turned to years
Just to see millions of families lost in the sphere
Of this drug war where mothers is sheddin’ tears
‘Cause they gotta bury they children year after year
Kids put in foster care, it’s unfair
How a substance can destroy so many homes—it’s queer
The rush of the coke’ll have you acting the savage
Robbing your own kinfolk, shooting, and stabbing
Just to manage habits daddy calls “eternal damage”
Just to sober up and not remember what happened
It all seems careless ‘cause when reality sets
You find yourself twenty years later full of regret
Gambling and dope are many tools of the Devil
This’ll try to take you to hell at any level
But listen close to the children cries
While the parents steady losing they lives
On the mission like:

[Hook x2]
I remember it was three in the mornin’
That’s when I woke, stretchin’ and yawnin’
Just to see her grab her coat and say, “I’ll be back in the mornin’
I’ll stop using soon—I promise, I promise”