Momma Knows - Will Smith

At 17 years old I startin’runnin’the streets

Man I had some fun in the streets

11, 12, sometimes 1 in the streets

By 18 I started seein’the sun in the streets

My mom started trippin’on me like «Will you gotta chooseyour friends carefully»

like

I trust you but please call me And when you have kids of your own you’ll see

I’m a be here when all your friends won’t

But I was busy hollerin’parents just dont understand

Now here I am with the family runnin’the lines she ran on me We ain’t always see eye to eye but Ma on your principles now Irely

You got me tastin’my toes

I didn’t know

When my Momma told me don’t go down that road (don't go down thatroad)

But I gotta go where I gotta go So thank you for not tellin’me I told you so I used to roll hard with this dude named Chuck

Rollin’in my car with this dude named Chuck

My mommy really liked this dude named Chuck

She thought that he was really impolite

Chuck and me used to roll out faithfully

Ineviatably you see Chuck you gonna see me Like we on TV the buzzomest of buddies

Share full clothes and money

And hunnies flocked like we was players from the NBA

Still hurts to recall the day I heard him say

To this girl named Maya

I was datin'

He told her I was a lier

Joker hatin'

He told her I be cheatin’on women breakin’hearts and grinnin'

He told her her life would be better without him in it That’s the friend I chose

I didn’t know

When my Momma told me don’t go down that road (don't go down thatroad)

But I gotta go where I gotta go So thank you for not tellin’me I told you so Momma used to say take your time young man

I ain’t gonna always be there holdin’your hand

But you’ll always know exactly where I am And when I’m not there in my place the lord will stand

Will study the world only the wise suceed

And when your eyes tell lies your heart should leave

You gonna do dirt we all gonna sin but when you realize andapologize and never

do it again

Ma told me don’t rush to get old

If you got youth the truth clutched in your hold

It’s like possibilities too much to behold an emotional shieldfrom life’s

blustery cold

Ma all the stuff was hard you said was hard

Childish disregard because my head was hard

Now no question to pose

I didn’t know

When my Momma told me don’t go down that road (don't go down thatroad)

But I gotta go where I gotta go So thank you for not tellin’me I told you so