Sorry Momma

Mama said I ain't acting like her son

'Cause I'm getting money mama, you ain't giving me none

You can't buy me them J's that come out tomorrow

So get used to the things that I'm doing for dollars

You said, "Boy, you better watch your back

Your pops in jail, remember that"

Mama it get like that

You said, "Don't call me for no bail money"

Thought I could call for anything, I thought you cared for me

You said, "Keenon, keep that ** out my house"

I said, "I'm eighteen"

You said, "This your place?

" Nah, this is Section 8

Smacked me like bah, "you little disrespectful **"

Like mm mama you lucky, lucky I can't hit ya

"You gon' treat me like this?

And you know I have seizures

You know I take pain pills for headaches and fevers"

Damn, now I'm feeling less than a man

'Cause you birth me and I was actin' like I couldn't understand

I'm sorry mama

Mama

Let me take some weight off your shoulders

I'm singing to mama

You ain't gotta worry now, them days is over

I'm sorry mama, I know I ain't **

I know I lied a lot, I know I ain't slick

Your last dollars

Yeah, that was me who stole 'em out your purse

(What?

) yeah, I know it hurts

I remember days we used to go to church

I used to fall asleep, that ** used to work your nerves

I remember when you had surgery

In a wheelchair, hooked to IV's that hurt me

You're like Superwoman in my eyes

You do a lot to be blind out of one eye

But you ain't let that hold you back

You win on your marathon and run your laps

I broke into houses and sold stolen things for you

I know that ain't the type of things your son should do

You gave birth to me, I love you and thank you

Just know you're well-appreciated

I'm singing to mama

Let me take some weight off your shoulders (off your shoulders, yeah yeah)

I'm singing to mama (mama, ooh)

You ain't gotta worry now, them days is over (oh, no, no, no)