Trippin - Fortunate Youth

Oh mama, yes I got you on the phone line

Telling you that I’m coming through the grapevine

Gonna come and handle mine

She says you know its wrong

I know you do it son

I want a son that can do no wrong

Your gonna see yourself locked away

In a penitentiary for life you got to pay

You got me trippin far

Too long before I go away

You got me trippin far

Too long before I go away

Tell me that justice is wrong

What am I doing here so wrong?

Yes you know I’m trying to go and free their minds

Oh they’re telling me that I’m gonna do some time

Yes my mama tell me so

One day I hate to see my son who wants to go

I see you’re down to free those minds

All of those minds, oh To legalize your mind

She said you know, I love you so

You’re my son and I hate to see you go

I see you’re down to do these crimes

You must be ready yes to go and do the time

Well I don’t care, no, free me so

There’s no job when you’re on parole

You can take this time in life

I hope I make it, all my life

What have I done so wrong?