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Momma told the judge I’m a thug

She said I'm smoking too much

I’m drinking too much

But she still ain’t had enough

She wants me back home 

She‘s gonna make me strong

 

But I 

I gotta go 

I'm never going back home

 

Your honor, this woman is lying straight to your face like a side burn

 

Ya boy never hurt nobody. 

He never hurt no body did he?

 

Yeah your son does smoke

But he's on the honor roll

Look your honor so honorable

I never knew thugs were so studious

Or claims could be so dubious 

Hold on let me prove this

 

This kid’s writing in his time look between them lines

The scars run deep, the stiches never cease to bleed

When you’re sitting in the street, you just gotta believe

You change from being spit on, called a slave

To something making the world a better place

 

 

M'am your son says your man said 

Children are made to be slaves

He said this on Sundays

When you two sat out scratching lottery

While your son used to clean ya place

Is this how kids are raised?

No no no I hope it’s not so

 

Your honor, this kid's got two jobs too, 

You know his mom’s bad at interviews

But she’s confused why she can’t get a job too

Ma’am ain’t it odd your kid has more hours than you do

 

 

Like what do you do when he’s at school working?

I hear you got a lot of burdens

But they don’t change they don’t change

Now do they?

 

Ladies and Gentlemen of the jury,

This kid's life’s on the line 

He ain’t happy living how she fell behind

Don’t you see? He sees his mom a failure 

And she says he should follow her

Why would he die with a nose dive?

Why would a kid on the rise, going to college

Wanna stay behind to clean a mess he didn’t make

 

For goodness’s sake look into his eyes

Does that look like a criminal to you?

This woman watched him get abused

Physical and emotional hurts to know but it’s true

 

Now what’s he to do?

You please, ma'am look at me

How can he respect you?

You were there and you didn’t care

Now you get the same too

 

Now he's leaving, you screaming

Putting orders in his name

Keeping him away from the of love his family

You’re like a ball and chain stalling change

 

And I can’t let it stay that way

This is his life

You didn’t get yours right

Just let him leave the night today

 

Your Honor, I rest my case

I’d like to let this man make his peace

 

Momma I had enough

There ain’t a love for me to give

So imma leave like this

 

I gotta go I gotta gooo

I’m never going back home

I’m never going back hooome momma 

 

You ain’t my momma anymore

 

JDM