P.Y. The Leader - 6:00pm

On my momma, I be hiding
Four p.m. man I be dialing
On my momma, I be hiding (Aye, aye, aye, yuh, aye)
Six p.m. man, I be dying
I want to change
Can't find a way
Such a problem child
Can't get out my own way
Everyday, everyday
Everyday, everyday
Explain these grades, waiting for the pain
I can't sustain, want to run away
Hate these walls
I know she feels the same, feels the same, feels the same
On my momma, I be hiding
Four p.m. man I be dialing (Aye, turn me up, aye, turn me up)
On my momma, I be hiding
Six p.m. man, I be dying
It's like they always say
Life is a game; well, I don't want to play
My skies so gray
My future so faint
Living day-to-day
Feels like I've been the same age for way too long
And I’ve never really known
If I've been living it wrong
I've just been getting along
And just been writing these songs
I put my feelings in my daw, in a melody (Ok)
And yes keep it isolated: in my canopy
Yo why it feel like all my elders are the enemy (Have I been living it wrong)
And what's the remedy
Is it therapy?
6 pm man, I be dying
(No, no, no oh)
Explain these grades waiting for the
Hate these walls
Feels the same
Yeah, hold on, hold on, hold on
You ain't a class clown
You a black child (Yuh)
Little boy, change your lifestyle
You're still my son, you’re my child
You’re too wild, and I’ll tell you now
Don't want you down in the streets like a beggar
I want you with a job making that cheddar
Not scrubbing floors and sleeping in shelters
You better pick up your grades this semester
Hold up, ah, hold up, ah, hold up, yuh
Lazy just like your dad
Never realized what he had
I had a future for you
All you had to do was just follow your rules
You failing two classes and acting all rude
Just like your father
Why you acting so proud
Need you, sir, to come down
I'm your mother, not your friend
I'm your mother, not your friend
I'ma send you to him
If you think he can do better

Written by:
Papa Yaw Owusu

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