Dear Mama I’m Not The Same Son

Oh mother when you died.

I cried and cried and cried.

I needed you alive, mom.

Don’t die mama don’t die!

Then you paid attention.

You didn’t die, mama you lived!

Then you had to fight for your life again

Because someone had dibs on you.


Someone had dibs on you.

‘Sides me.

Someone had dibs on you.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.

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