Now you know what the old saying is
“I brought you up in this world, and I will take you out,”
If I chastise my kid, you better not pout
You disrespect me once, I’ll beat you with a switch
I can be the sweetest woman in the world
And shower you with kisses
It’s my duty to take care of you
Until you are grown
But ain’t no child gonna disrespect my home
You never bite the hand that feed you
Is what I was told because the same ones
You mistreat might have to take care of you
When you get old
But just like Marvin Gaye said
In his song on the have-nots
Make me wanna holler the way they do
My life because the way my tent city babies
Live, I know it ain’t right.
I don’t wanna see nobody sleeping in the tents
But not being accepted by your own parents
Can sometimes push you to the streets
But if you are the mayor, it’s your duty to help
Out the homeless, not spoon feed my babies
And only come out when it gets ugly.
Now you and your girlfriend adopted
Ya’ll beautiful baby
Now can I have a budget so I can help
My tent city babies. Ya’ll politicians
Looking like new money, but my babies
Sitting out there rotting, dying without getting housing
And we can’t keep a cell phone to keep up with the news
Pwezzy is Little Marvin Gaye
The finest inner city blues.
