called her mother's house And asked her had she seen my baby Roll my 6 around, lookin for that missin' lady Got back in turned the TV on and caught the news And
homies and some bill collectors Cellular rings, somebody wants to borrow money I two-way her, she don't hit me back, something is funny So I called her mother's house and
to church, y'all Take me When I was a little boy about the age of one My mother told me, I'd be a loving son of a gun When I was a little boy about
night No one to say, son, everything will be alright No one to say, somebody up there loves us Lay your head on mama's breast and rest, yeah Everybody got a mother and
Sold me out, for chicken change (Yes you did) Told me that they, they had it all arranged You had me down, and that's a fact And now you punk, you gotta
And I'm the one little son My father ever had mmm,hmm mmm,hmm If everybody premature They're walking and singing and begging for more If everybody premature They're walking and
it Cause we can and they can't spit (Haawk) And they can't handle it like a man And that's when it just happens And I snap and it's a wrap, and it's a
horrible vacation And so you think of me when you arrive Hope the French fleas eat you both alive And your room smells and the toilet doesn't flush And locals treat you mean and
but the static and kinetic is power Past pressure and mass beyond measure You can place son where ever he Bed-Stuy (Thank you and thank you very kindly
cause did my son have to die Tell me where are their weapons and why did you have to lie?" Imagine that A lieutenant in the army in his heart and his
legislate Thinly veiled intolerance Bigotry and hate But they tortured and burned you They beat you and they tied you They left you cold and breathing
Gliding in the glades and like Lorne Greene You know I get paid Like caprese and with the basil Not goofy like Darren or Hazel I'm a mother fucking
Silent night, holy night All is calm, all is bright Round yon virgin mother and child Holy infant so tender and mild (Sleep in heavenly peace) (Sleep
of Little Italy. Joey, Joey, King of the streets, child of clay. Joey, Joey, What made them want to come and blow you away? Sister Jacqueline and Carmela and mother
got a brother I ain't got a father Not even a mother I'm a lonely boy I ain't got a home Well, I've got a voice And I love to sing I can sing like a bird And
the answer will be The girl can't help it 'cause she's in love with me (She can't help it, the girl can't help it) She'll mess around with every mother's son
seen you last" She said, "What would you do if your son was at home Cryin' all alone on the bedroom floor? Cuz he's hungry, and the only way to feed
here and step into the light", he says, "Hmm you're right Let me tell the second mother this has been done" But the second mother was with the seventh son And