Hey, mamma,
it’s your son,
Help me, mamma,
I’m on the run.
They killed a rich man
on the street,
They said it’s me
because I’m weird
I guess I’m weird,
I got a beard,
I shave my head,
I leave the dread
I teach in school,
I help the poor,
A man of honnor,
And I’m a lawyer.
But,I’m lazy
Like Sunday morning