Dear mamma you want believe what I'm going through
But still I got my head up just like I promise you,
Every since your baby boy been dealing with problems
other problems tell me what I'm suppose to do.
See I get lost sometimes don't understand this place
look in the mirror sometimes and see a trouble face
Then my teers roll down and hit the sink hoping the
man up stairs will hear my cry. See I'm always tryin to
help people out, but it's the same people that try to take
food out my mouth for real tho.