I wish I knew who I'd become back then Maybe then, I wouldn't be uncomfortable with where I am Food stamps in a minivan, baby formula from Saint Anne's Graduation in a different state of mind, I can't remember much about it I can't remember who allowed it, but I remember being outed Mama, don't cry Because if you cry, then I'll cry too Mama, don't cry Because if you cry, then I'll cry too She don't wanna be a parent, and it's apparent Like ink below my skin, it's inherent She used to be what she wanted Back before the issue was that we were all dependent Then I saw my mother with a split lip, but not from slippin' Talk about a guilt trip, lyin' through my teeth Politics, language, put it all beneath, please Mama, don't cry Because if you cry, then I'll cry too Mama, don't cry Because if you cry, then I'll cry too