Where my sorrow goes, there I'll be Water runs up through my door And washed me clean of my childhood Dirt on the floor, a reminder Well I can't tell you I'm not at all afraid Crossing that river again on a boat Takes in more than it floats on above And

I'm so hood, I can't help it Love me for being me 'Cause I can't change it can't rearrange it I am what I am So love me for being me Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Little Tyrone tired of gettin' his ass whipped so he holdin' that gat down His momma think it's my fault