The Color Of Me

Momma

"Hush little baby don't you cry

Everything's gonna be alright"

Was what you sang a lie?

Cause you ain't here when I sleep at night

"Hush little baby don't say a word

Mommas gonna buy you a mocking bird"

But a bird, cant replace the times you weren't here

Didn't even get a call this year

"And if that mocking bird don't sing

Mommas gonna buy you a diamond ring"

Dying, wondering, crying...

Begging and pleading

I'm just sick of all you're lying.

So now I'm listening to this lullaby

Wishing you could understand,

But you're too busy gettin high wit ya mans

So I'll continue to just sing and cry into my hands.