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Hey Mama

This song is by Pastor Troy and appears on the album Tool Muziq (2007).

Yeah, y'all know what time it is
It's your boy detroit checking in
And were doing this one for all dem mothers
For dem gangsta boys gangsta little girls
Doing time in this system
Y'all know how it goes

Hey mama I'm writing you from jail
Some crackas got me fucked up got me in a cell
I know you disappointed and I apologize
Don't want no visitation I don't wanna see ur eyes

Hey mama I hope you all good
I guess I'm doing fine I just miss the hood
I got a lil time but I took it like a man
But it ain't the end I'll get another chance
You always told me about the company I kept
I guess I'm a victim of the hood that I reped
A southside gangsta facing 5 to the dope
Before they took me I had to let 'em know

Hey mama I know you probly sad
But holla at my siblings holla at my dad
Tell everybody that I'm doing just fine
And I'm in here 'cause my life was on the line
Mama niggas hate when their pockets get straight
They think that they can rob
They think that they can take
They think that your fake 'cause they see you on TV
So cry for them suckers don't ever try me
I had to let 'em bang (Gunshot)
I had to let it pop
I had to let it sing
I had to make it drop
And if I wouldtna shot then id probably been the victim
That 40 cal glock first I cocked then I hit em
They got 'em down here right streets sell doe
Ain't nothing I can change I just got with the flow
I'm feeling kinda low but I guess I be straight
Just hit the lawyer up and try to rush your court date

Hey mama they shipped me off to prison
A home cooked meal the only thing that I'm missing
So holla at my girl so holla at my son
And tell 'em I'm sorry for the wrong that he done
Maybe this couldve been avoided but I doubt it
All I can do is write another rap about it
And try to stay sane it's all in the game
Some here for killing and some here for cane
Some here for chilling wrong place wrong time
Some heres situation just like mine
But I have no regrets
It couldve been worse
I couldve been did if I didn't bust first
So mama I hope that I'm forgiven
I write you everyday while I'm chilling off in prison
I'm trying to get religion
I'm trying to do better
With all my love till I write your next letter

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