Mama, mommy

Last night I had dream that you was out here tryna' find me

Remember phone calls, you used to always say you sorry

I ain’t tripping now, I mean, I put that shit behind me

Would say I understand but, I really can’t much

‘Cause the day I have my children I’m gon’ man up

Oh that’s for daddy if he’s still alive

At least I got to meet you mama, look you in your eyes, I ain’t finna cry

Oh ya sister, we aight girl we just gettin’ by

We come from different perspectives, but never different sides

She’s never said she’s proud of me, and I’ve accomplished some things

And I’m the only one she raised that really followed his dreams

Guess she just wants me to take my leap of faith

Or maybe find my own place, and get the fuck up out her face, but look

Whether or not you think I’ll make it out the hood

Promise me, always know your son is good, yo, I’m good mommy

My **** Tommy ‘bout to have his own baby

My **** Tuesday ‘bout to have his own baby

I hope they do what they should

I mean if they’re the men I think they are, they’re children is good

I’m from Bohlmann Towers, I do this for children in hoods

To let ‘em know they’re not alone, and they can go wherever their mind takes ‘em

Whether white and black skin, or if you’ve never had shit

Mama broke, foster home, or even grandma raised ‘em

‘Cause see I know what’s it’s like

Meeting ya mother at a clinic, shit it’s not a good sight

I was like 7 years old, with not a clue who she was

This is your mother she loves you she was just doing these drugs

How you explain that to a child so innocent, so oblivious

Show em’ something so insidious, i’m so serious, but

Whether or not you think I’ll make it out the hood, promise me, always know your son is good, aye I’m good mama