Ich Leg Mich Hin
Playin in the PJ's
A product of the environment
Pour some liquor for those who passed away
I told my mom I'ma get up out of da hood
Mama
My dad taught me the American dream, baby
You can be anything that you wanna be
If I did it y'all could do it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Mama, take these guns away from here
Mama, I can't shoot them anymore
Cease fire
I feel a dark cloud coming over
So poor, so dark
It feels like I'm knockin on the heaven's door
To Biggie Smalls and Tupac
Knock, knock, knockin
Angel in the Sky
Mama, what can I say
I think of your last words every waking day
Mama, what can I do
I've should have listened to you and gone back to school
It's a feeling of mixed emotion
Looking around not knowing anyone
Am I happy or am I sad now
Oh mama, what have I done
Mama, what can I say
I think of your last words every waking day
Mama, what can I do
I should have listened to you and gone back to school
They tell me that this is home now
All that I can see
They tell me I'm not alone now
I've got to be all that I can be
Mama, what can I say
I think of your last words every waking day
Mama, what can I do
I should have listened to you and gone back to school
Things are changing, I feel I'm growing
What I'm hearing's making sense
Now I must tune in to what I'm doing
And tune out to all the rest
Mama, what can I say
I think of your last words every waking day
But mama, I understand
It's time for me to turn into a man
I'm at the bottom lookin' up now
On the ladder of success
Oh mama, I've got to fly now
I've got to fight to be the best
Mama, what can I say
It's time for me to go on my own way
Mama, please understand
It's time for me to turn into a man