Mamma Knows Best

[Verse 1 - Capital Ode] The devil finds work for idle hands That's something that my mother used to say back in the day But back then, I didn't understand I hit the ground running Her first son is about to be a man But something's coming I can't see it, my mom can These streets so damn cold blooded That they might swallow you whole You know what I don't understand? If Darrell kills Andre, Darell gets knocked But cops caught on cam can kill a nigga just for being a nigga And it's the nigga they brand as some sort of cold-hearted killer A nigga I remember I remember I remember [Chorus - Capital Ode & Jai Emm] Remember when I said it was all in your head I'm feeling weak In the knees Up the legs... From running from the blue & the red Whatever you do, don't come home dead Whatever you do, don't come home dead Whatever you do, don't come home dead Whatever you do, don't come home dead... That's what my mama said [Verse 2 - Capital Ode] She said "You know ya play too much Wine and complain too much Think life's a game.. huh? Until you lose then you'll want change but We don't see arcades too much It was always this way Ain't a damn thing change" We was on the city bus looking out the window at somebody being locked up We had free tokens, who could stop us? We were sleep walking til a shot a bust and our eyes opened They got us, we all fucked up Working twice as hard to get half? I don't want no parts of that, I'll pass That's when my homeboy pulled up in a jag With them things in a bag And they capped his ass God damn [Chorus - Capital Ode & Jai Emm] Remember when I said it was all in your head I'm feeling weak In the knees Up the legs... From running from the blue & the red Whatever you do, don't come home dead Whatever you do, don't come home dead Whatever you do, don't come home dead Whatever you do, don't come home dead... That's what my mama said [Skit - Boy] God damn, she locked me out... she really locked me out? Mom! [Verse 3 - Capital Ode] Niggas is dying I'd hate to be so blunt but I would be lying If I said the hunt wasn't after me I am the King of the jungle, hand plucked from Zion So Police keep they eye on me In the hood just to spy on me, pry on me The cop shot the kid, his mama cry on me I think about if I was him, how they would lie on me Pictures of me in a hoodie, not a tie on me I asked my mama why'd she come to the States Jamaica to Canada, she already displaced She said that black boys were meeting too many fates And the boys in blue were always beating the case And plus she knew about the NAACP and shit And thought the states were the place to be A place to raise black boys to be black men But the whole world hates black skin I sing again [Chorus - Capital Ode & Jai Emm] Remember when I said it was all in your head I'm feeling weak In the knees Up the legs... From running from the blue & the red Whatever you do, don't come home dead Whatever you do, don't come home dead Whatever you do, don't come home dead Whatever you do, don't come home dead... That's what my mama said [Skit - Police Officer & Boy] Put your hands behind your head Is everything alright, officer? I live right here We got a call about a disturbance in the area Oh ok,I got my ID right here. I can show you my ID. I live right here You want to tell me what you're doing in front of this house? I got my ID right here Put your hands behind your head No, officer. I'm just reaching for my ID. I live right here Put your hands behind your head! What are you reaching for? (Gun shot) [Bridge - Capital Ode] Mama knows best Mama knows, Mama knows Mama knows best Mama knows, Mama knows Mama knows best Mama knows, Mama knows Mama knows best Mama knows, Mama knows