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