Young mothers   I feel you   I know how it is   Mama's just a little girl   Don't nobody understand   I feel you      She was born a heavy set girl with pig tails and curls   A heart full of gold still it won't change the world   Though she could never understand why?   Some underhanded plans witnessed a man die   Was only fifteen should've been a beauty queen   See here cryin' by the caskets when her parents got killed   Little girl don't cry   'Cause even though they died   You can best believe they watchin' over thee from the sky   Never asked for this misery   But look at what you gettin'   It's a blessin' in disguise   When you find out you're pregnant   No money, no home   And even though you all alone   You've got to do this on your own   So baby go   I wish you luck and if you need me call   Just come to me and let me feed you all   I can understand   The way it feels when you fightin' the world   Facin' all this drama   When Mama's just a little girl      Mama   Don't know why   Mama's just a little girl   Woman tho' she is alive   Ooh   Time ain't on her side   'Cause Mama's just a little girl   She gotta hold her head up high   Ooh      At sixteen what a beautiful thing   The very essence of a jet black ebony queen   And who could tell she get pregnant at an early age   She didn't listen had sex   Watch her belly raise   Hey, got violated by someone she dated   If this is fate I hate to see the seed she created   So we wait though it takes time to build the body and the mind   She reclines nine months then finally it's time   What do we find?   A little grown boy a mind with a tortured soul   Addicted to a life of crime at no time for growin' stage   He learned his values on the streets at an early age   Watch for police don't come home   'Cause Mama's actin' crazy at the hospital   'Bout to have another baby   Like the rose from a concrete   Grown within' blessed with twins   How the hell can Mama raise three men   So we began a closest family   Such insanity a happy home   For one act inhumanity   Plus Mama said, "The seed was corrupted"   Used the rubber belly   Beggin' us to breathe if she love us   Now Mama sits quiet sippin' peppermint Schnapps   Turned the house into a spot and made her watch for cops   How could Mama bring a thug like me in this world?   She ain't the 'cause of all the drama   'Cause Mama's just a little girl      Mama   Don't know why?   Mama's just a little girl   Woman tho' she is alive   Time ain't on her side   'Cause Mama's just a little girl   She gotta hold her head up high, ohh      Now would she remain in the same spot?   The gunshots rang they came from the cane spot   Now look here I see her clutchin' her son   In her arms she hurt   Her heart bleedin' as she watched her seed die in the dirt   Fulfill prophecy   But who could stop the grief?   I walk away I'm tryin' to hold the world up on top me   Probably be an innocent man   Still I'm the victim of a curse   What could be worse?   Nothin' but pain   Since my birth taught me functions at the pen   'Cause everybody's in payin' back society   I'm guilty of a life of sin   I watched the drama occur   My eyes blurred 'fore I jet it   I wonder why we all have to die for we get it   Though we shed tears   So many peers I done buried   Worried and scared   Knowin' I'm a see the cemetery   Must be prepared in this cold world   No one cares   No it ain't fair   But we all there   And do our share   In this land of underhanded schemes and plans   Vivid dreams of a nigga havin' G's in hand   Mama told me not to be a punk   Fuck what you talkin' about coward?   What you niggas want? Hey   There ain't a thing I wouldn't do for my mama in this world   'Cause you know I ain't mad atcha   You're just a little girl   See Mama's just a little girl      Mama   Don't know why?   Mama's just a little girl   Woman tho' she is alive   Time ain't on her side   'Cause Mama's just a little girl   She gotta hold her head up high, ohh      {They ask us why we mutilate each other like we do   And wonder why we hold such little worth for human life   Facing all this drama   But to ask us why we to turn from bad to worse   Is to ignore from which we came   You see you wouldn't ask why the rose that grew from the concrete   Had damaged petals   On the contrary   We would all celebrate its tenacity   We would all love its will to reach the sun   Well   We are the roses   This is the concrete   And these are my damaged petals   Don't ask me why   Thank God nigga   Ask me how   You see, Mama's just a little girl}      Mama