Under The Sycamore

Mama said

Mama said you talk too much
That lip gon get you in a lot of trouble child
You better not start nothing but you sure gon finish it
She said don't bring home no babies
While she cradles my nephew in her arms
Mama said do you have a job
Do you have McDonald money
Do you think money just grow on trees
money don't grow on no trees
I am the money tree
Mama said love yourself
Love yourself
She said can't nobody really love you till you love yourself
So baby love yourself
Mama said you need to look presentable
What the hell are you doing with jeans, a shirt and a leather jacket
You know we going to church
She knows I don't love myself in dresses but I wear them for her
Mama says she loves me
Sometimes I don't believe her
But she works too hard to give me the things I need for me not to
Mama says we can't afford that jacket
But goes back to the store just to surprise even though we really can't afford it
That's just the kind of person mom is