INTRO
Sh...gather 'round
This...is a true story
So pay attention
You might learn something.

HOOK
Take a Look into my eyes
They're the same.
Take a Look into my heart
Feel my pain.
See for yourself Momma…
His story begins…
Your son's story…
Begins…

VERSE 1
Her son's growing up
She looks to the world to blame;
Cause her little boy's LOST
In this world of change…
He's different
The light in his head is lit;
Went from being heaven sent
To becoming heaven's shit;
He's become a fuck up
And So she cries;
Keeps having dreams
Where she sees how he dies;
Friends? Old as hell,
Has that marijuana smell;
Doesn't ask for allowance…
He's begun to sell;
His dream is a chase
For a goal he can't acheive;
For a life he can't have
He lives life for chief;
Took from poor souls
Gave his own soul to Satan;
Takes what he sees HE's
no good patron;
These Jailbars...
Are his new friends;
To. the world he's
become a nuisance;
Don't sleep mama
You'll worry bout waitin;
To be awakened
Your son's in the station. Stay patient

HOOK 2
Take a Look into my eyes
They're the same.
Take a Look into my heart
Feel my pain.
See for yourself Momma…
His story goes on…
Your son's story…
Goes on…

VERSE 2
Her son's grown up
In this world of hurt
Her purse he keeps robbin;
Him there's no stoppin;
Nothin like a crime
Done to his own mom;
That hard earned cash
Was to pay for his bond;
Don't give up on your son
He'll remember his mother;
Take another look,
You both need each other;
He can still change
Though his path grows dimmer;
This mistake can learn,
N Turn, into a winner;
Soon his mother visits
not for her son;
She eyes all the others
sees what he'll become;
She covers her face
masks all her pain;
Her son looks past glass
calls out her name;
Momma please come to me,
How did this come to be;
She replies motherly,
You chose to run from me;
Transformed like bumblebee,
Inside I'm crumbling;
This is life now…see
you in another week.

HOOK 3
Take a Look into my eyes
They're the same.
Take a Look into my heart
Feel my pain.
See for yourself Momma…
His story concludes
Your son's story…

VERSE 3
You'll see a single mother
Cryin at a grave;
Her. heart's. so. strong
her. soul's. too. drained;
Tryin to influence…
All the young minds;
Through harsh times,
My success rate delcines;
We grow large in size
My people divide;
Cultures lost…What we are?
We can't decide;
Why do we fight?
who we even killin?
Behind colored masks
Your own blood's spillin;
Slangin gets you green
But has consequence; Gang
bangin' gives you confidence
Til you're caught without ya friends;
Rep sets n cliques
Cause we're dyin to live;
No one gives us a try WHY
Keep tryin to give?
Broken principles
You don't need to be high to get;
Buzzed from your Heineken,
Don't play blind to them;
Sober up and try again,
When your brother dies you can;
Finally understand
WHY mama's cryIng again.

OUTRO
…Damn…