Mama Knows Best (feat. Jai Emm) [Radio Edit]

The devil finds work for idle hands
That's something that my mother used to say back in the day
But back then I didn't understand
I hit the ground running
Her first son is about to be a man
But something's coming
I can't see it
My mom can
These streets so damn cold blooded
That they might swallow you whole
You know what I don't understand?
If Darrell kills Andre, Darrell gets knocked
But cops caught on cam can kill a nigga just for being a nigga
And it's the nigga they brand as some sort of cold hearted killer
A nigga
I remember
I remember
I remember

Remember when I said it was all in your head
I'm feeling weak in my knees, up my legs
From running from the blue and the red
Whatever you do, don't come home dead
Whatever you do, don't come home dead
Whatever you do, don't come home dead
Whatever you do, don't come home dead
That's what my mama said

She said "You know you play too much
Whine and complain too much
Think life's a game, huh?
Until you lose, then you'll want change but
We don't see arcades too much
It was always this way
Ain't a damn thing changed"
We was on the city bus
Looking out the window at somebody being locked up
We had free tokens, who could stop us?
We were sleep walking til a shot bust
And our eyes opened
They got us, we all fucked up
Working twice as hard to get half?
I don't want no parts of that, I'll pass
That's when my homeboy pulled up in a jag
With them thangs in a bag
And they capped his ass
God damn

Remember when I said it was all in your head
I'm feeling weak in my knees, up my legs
From running from the blue and the red
Whatever you do, don't come home dead
Whatever you do, don't come home dead
Whatever you do, don't come home dead
Whatever you do, don't come home dead
That's what my mama said

God damn, she locked me out
She really locked me out?
Mom!

Niggas is dying
I'd hate to be so blunt but I would be lying
If I said the hunt wasn't after me
I am the king of the jungle, hand plucked from Zion
So police keep they eye on me
In the hood just to spy on me, pry on me
The cops shot the kid, his mama cry on me
I think about if I was him, how they would lie on me
Pictures of me in a hoodie, not a tie on me
I asked my mama why'd come to the States
Jamaica to Canada, she already displaced
She said that black boys were meeting too many fates
And the boys in blue were always beating the case
And plus she knew about the NAACP and shit
And thought the States were the place to be
A place to raise black boys to be black men
But the whole world hates black skin
I sing again

Remember when I said it was all in your head
I'm feeling weak in my knees, up my legs
From running from the blue and the red
Whatever you do, don't come home dead
Whatever you do, don't come home dead
That's what my mama said
Whatever you do, don't come home dead
Whatever you do, don't come home dead
That's what my mama said

Put your hands above your head
Is everything alright? I live right here
We got a call about a disturbance in the area
Oh ok, I got my ID right here
I can show you my ID
I live right here
You want to tell me what you're doing in front of this house?
I got my ID right here
Put your hands behind your head
No, officer
I'm just reaching for my ID
I live right here
Put your hands behind your head!
What are you reaching for?
(Gun shot)

Mama knows best
Mama knows, mama knows
Mama knows best
Mama knows, mama knows
Mama knows best
Mama knows, mama knows
Mama knows best
Mama knows, mama knows



Credits
Writer(s): Odelle George-perreira
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