[Verse 1] It's been on every day since they cut the umbilical chord Been on a mission since my circumcision Destined to be hard-core 74 the year the Steelers whipped on Minnesota July 30 was the day that mama had a soldier My big sister older than me by four years Fed me when I was hungry and dried up all my tears But I was a mama's boy spoiled to the core Fifteen years later I became X-Raided Hard headed and don't regret it My mama told me to chill but I ignored her when she said it Cuz by the time I was fifteen, I felt like I was twenty Always wanted more even though I had plenty I'm little Anerae, no matter what mama say Kickin it with Joshua, Montario, and Johnny Ray Acting crazy cuz crazy was my nature Gangsta rituals hereditary Sometimes its scary cuz I think I hate ya What could I have done to get myself a better life Go to college and have some kids after I met a wife I'm a non believer but Leave it to Beaver Cuz in the neighborhood I grew up there ain't no Wally Cleavers It wasn't nothing but a gang of niggas like me One foot in the grave, the other in the penitentiary It wasn't nothing else to destroy except for myself The creation of my mama's pride and joy
[Chorus x2] 1974, the president was Nixon The cut the umbilical chord and did the circumcision I was eight pounds, eight ounces A bouncing baby boy America's nightmare, my mama's pride and joy
[Verse 2] Now mama I never meant to cause so much pain Gettin suspended from school, stealing cars, and running with gangs I only wanted to be a man but never knew how Only if I knew then what I know now It would be a different story you would be glorified Treated like a queen and put up on a pedestal way high I can't deny it, I did wrong But mama I tried to be strong, but I didn't fit in Didn't belong And papa didn't stick around to keep us safe and sound Dysfunctional family and nobody to handle me down to do whatever Thought I was clever but I ended up Stuck in the penitentiary with forever And a minute don't go by that I don't reminisce about the days Mama held me in her arms keeping me out of harms way Can you tell me, how did mamas baby become a killer Who turned this African into an American nigga With rage in my soul Tearin me apart got me mad at the world with so much pain in my heart From the start Columbus and his boys was on a mission to destroy Mama's pride and joy
[Chorus x2] 1974, the president was Nixon The cut the umbilical chord and did the circumcision I was eight pounds, eight ounces A bouncing baby boy America's nightmare, my mama's pride and joy
[Verse 3] I wish my life didn't turn out the way it had If I could only do it all again but at last It's too late for all that coulda shoulda woulda mess And I'm way too strong to be walkin around sad and depressed But I get mad when I think about the way it is And the way it was when me and my big sister was kids Who's to blame It's a shame I'm so confused and deep in my soul I feel the pain Mama it's true, I don't know where I came from Where am I headed When will it all be copacetic instead of hectic My childhood was non existent My sister had to be a woman at sixteen with no assistance Where was your god when my life was going down the drain Late at night didn't you hear me calling out his name Or was it meant for me to be a black sheep when all I wanted to be was happy Now how hard could that be For mama's pride and joy
[Chorus x2] 1974, the president was Nixon The cut the umbilical chord and did the circumcision I was eight pounds, eight ounces A bouncing baby boy America's nightmare, my mama's pride and joyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
