Mama who bore me, Mama who gave me
no way to handle things, who made me so sad.
Mama, the weeping. Mama, the Angels.
No sleep in Heaven or Bethlehem.
Some pray that one day Christ will come a'callin'.
They light a candle and hope that it glows.
And some just lie there crying, wait for Him to find them,
but when He comes they don't know how to go.

I came out butt-first, been a rebel since day one.
Mom, I’m sorry that from my birth I've been the more difficult son,
but I always had to do my thing. It’s ingrained, and my brain’s dumb
when it comes to bein’ strange, and havin’ a little bit too much fun.
Seems every single generation has to deal with some more shit.
Through my trials and tribulations y’all have been so supportive.
Never tried to hold me back, throw in the towel, take a bow, or forfeit.
I could never f-forget all the shit you handle f-for me.
Damn, I can’t imagine how it’d be to raise my children
just willin’, hopin’, and prayin’ they don’t stray from religion,
don’t get taken to prison, don’t smoke weed like a chimney.
I’m guilty of each offense. Too good to be true but I’m forgiven.
Teriffic! Know it’s not condoned, but acceptance alone is such a blessin’.
Tryna figure my shit out, not get fucked over, learn my lesson.
Now Dad knows I’m goodie too. Feels how I deal with present oppression.
Mom for president. Not a question, medicine to fend off depression.
Get the message.

Hook

I speak my mind. You aren’t understandin’ me.
Can we truly not communicate? I thought we was a family tree.
I know Papa ain’t plan for me.
I felt the damage when he ran from me, and not after me.
So it’s hard to listen when you tell me to live happily.
Way too many questions in my past nobody’s answerin’.
But Mama carried me and, yeah we were charity and,
Yeah it was embarrassing. No tears were not a rarity, but
The civil line in this time, Mama couldn't find it,
but because she tried, she was sublime. She was a giant.
She provided all she could
But this still the hood. Tall trees. All good.
I love ya, not because this bastard has to.
We gon’ make it out. You’ll awake in a castle.
You an angel. I’m a little rascal
But you will not miss the Rapture.