Momma Knows

Yo
 At 17 years old I startin' runnin' the streets
 Man I had some fun in the streets
 11, 12, sometimes 1 in the streets
 By 18 I started seein' the sun in the streets
 My mom started trippin' on me like "Will you gotta choose your friends carefully" like
 I trust you but please call me
 And when you have kids of your own you'll see
 I'm a be here when all your friends won't
 But I was busy hollerin' parents just dont understand
 Now here I am with the family runnin' the lines she ran on me
 We ain't always see eye to eye but Ma on your principles now I rely
 You got me tastin' my toes
 I didn't know
 When my Momma told me don't go down that road (don't go down that road)
 But I gotta go where I gotta go
 So thank you for not tellin' me I told you so
 I used to roll hard with this dude named Chuck
 Rollin' in my car with this dude named Chuck
 My mommy really liked this dude named Chuck
 She thought that he was really impolite
 Chuck and me used to roll out faithfully
 Ineviatably you see Chuck you gonna see me
 Like we on TV the buzzomest of buddies
 Share full clothes and money
 And hunnies flocked like we was players from the NBA
 Still hurts to recall the day I heard him say
 To this girl named Maya
 I was datin'
 He told her I was a lier
 Joker hatin'
 He told her I be cheatin' on women breakin' hearts and grinnin'
 He told her her life would be better without him in it
 That's the friend I chose
 I didn't know
 When my Momma told me don't go down that road (don't go down that road)
 But I gotta go where I gotta go
 So thank you for not tellin' me I told you so
 Momma used to say take your time young man
 I ain't gonna always be there holdin' your hand
 But you'll always know exactly where I am
 And when I'm not there in my place the lord will stand
 Will study the world only the wise suceed
 And when your eyes tell lies your heart should leave
 You gonna do dirt we all gonna sin but when you realize and apologize and never do it again
 Ma told me don't rush to get old
 If you got youth the truth clutched in your hold
 It's like possibilities too much to behold an emotional shield from life's blustery cold
 Ma all the stuff was hard you said was hard
 Childish disregard because my head was hard
 Now no question to pose
 I didn't know
 When my Momma told me don't go down that road (don't go down that road)but
 But I gotta go where I gotta go
 So thank you for not tellin' me I told you so