VERSE 1:

Mom: Lil heffer where you been.... You 5 minutes late, you slackin', how yo grades been? They came out today, I got a call from yo teacher.... She said she caught you sleepin'...

Child: "B-but I was sleep for 5 minutes"

Mom: Ho shut up while I'm preaching! I'm not finished, You better watch that mouth before I hit you in it, I saw you standing outside for a good minute, Didn't think I saw that, no you didn't. And you still ain't answer my question....

Child: "We were late waiting on buses. And I got straight B's mama...."

Mom: Well they should've been A-Pluses! (smacks her to the ground)

You shoulda did betta, I'm upset, you cleaning up til sunset, you lucked out! Why yo face wet? Stop cryin, I ain't whoop yo butt yet! Now get up into that kitchen, and re-wash all those dishes, 'cause I found one you didn't finish, still had little pieces of spinach, and when you done with all that, pretending that you hurt from that little fall back, go into the bedroom and wait for me-- I'ma whoop you til this belt is not black. Yep, you gon learn today, if not tonight--- then every night it's the same thing, and it's gon hurt, do yo' homework, before I bring that same pain

CHORUS:

And it's 6 Days a Week, 4 Weeks a Month, Why Can't You See?
12 Months a Year, 18 Years of my Life. 18 Years til I leave, but I can't wait til I leave... [Repeat]


VERSE 2:
(Child calls her friend on the phone)

Child: I can't take it girl, I can never do anything right!

Friend: "Girl everything's gonna be alright, you can do this"
Child: ...no it ain't, and I can't -- not every single night. Girl it's false hope, it's never better! I finally got my grades good in hopes that my mama would, and nothing changed like I thought it should! Everytime I make an A, all I get is a "That's good, that's good," but I make one little mistake, I get torn up like a lumberjack through wood! I hold my head up high and defenseless.... Man, I wish I had a brother, man. Or one of my ex-stepdads, she never got that mad when she was messing with another man! I mean I know I can leave when I graduate, but technically I don't have to stay so why do I even have to wait, I don't like school that much anyway—I only go to impress--- try to make her proud nonetheless, but I only make her more stressed it seems--- Maybe it's best for me to run away from home...

Friend: "Girl wait, No no no girl no that's wrong, you're not alone, you should...."

*click* ............she hung up the phone

CHORUS:

And it's 6 Days a Week, 4 Weeks a Month, Why Can't You See?
12 Months a Year, 18 Years of my Life. 18 Years til I leave, but I can't wait til I leave... [Repeat]