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teacher be like quiet no talking
in the class room I'm looking
out the widow like I'm in a
glass room thinking about
the last room in the house
I once lived in once upon
a time in the heart of the
ghetto thick with thieves
holding on to a branch on
a family tree falling of into
a pile of leaves in the kitchen
looking in the pots mama
be like stop the stove is
hot but mama don't know
I been on fire before
burning out control if she
knew she be asking God
to save my soul I'm a sinner
that much I know that's
what I been told since I
been thrown in the fold
like a load of clothes
mama be like why those
clothes not fold and that
room not clean "mama
it's them not me" I get
blame for every thing
if you see smoke I'm the
one who started the flame
I'm the first one to come
through a few siblings
later mama look at me
like I ain't nothing new
all I got is chores to do
a live in maid and a babysitter too
ever time I turn around mamas due
it's sad but funny too
mama say how much
you got put away
I say three mama say
loan it to me
I gave mama all my
money and mama say
I thought you gave it
to me when the
payment is due
I didn't give it to you
you took it from me
I was mad wasn't mad
for long let bygones
be bygones too bad to
the bone to cry about it
mama was a gangster
too and she gank me
for my stash it's all
in the past overtime
mama gave it all back with interest too
