Oh, Mama, can this really be the end To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again Oh, the ragman draws circles Up and down the block I’d ask him what the matter was But I know that he don’t talk And the ladies treat me kindly And they

What would you do if your son was at home Crying all alone On the bedroom floor 'Cause he's hungry and the only way to feed him is to Sleep with a man for a little bit of money? And his daddy's gone in and out of lock down I ain't got a job now He's just

Lock him, lock him down Lock him down, down, down Lock him down I got too much on my chest I got too much on my plate Impostor inspect, I got too much in my chest I don't want all your gadgets, all I want is your respect Impostor inspect, I got too much