i sit here on this bus writing these sad rhymes and reminisce on the times when you used to care. when you didn't tell me it was my fault that your raised hand fell against my cold skin, the skin, so cold, that i'll have to wear 'till im old 'cause you made me this way. you say you brought me into this world and to not take it in vain but all you do is cause me pain, so how can i not when the person i want to love doesnt love me the same and it's driving me insane. and i know you're somewhere in there, i can see it in your eyes, beneath that disguise you wear. mama, all i ask is for tender, loving care, not for you to pull my hair. the same hair you gave me when i was birthed to this cruel, cruel earth. and i know you go through shit but all i want is for you to sit and speak with me. tell me how you feel, tell me something to help me learn what's real. teach me not to steal and how to cook a proper meal. real soon we're gonna have to compromise, were gonna have to make a deal, because i know you don't have much time left and i know you don't wanna go and see me locked up for some petty theft. at least i think you dont wanna see me end up like cousin michael, or worse, oscar 'cause those are the kinds of things that happen to kids in our kinda neighborhood; shot in the head 'cause he stood with the wrong crowd, mama, i just wanna make you proud. so, lord, please help me mama. tell me what to do, because i'm lost in this world without you.