Dear Mama, tell me why's it gotta be so hardnI'm just trying to find my place and I'm still so farnI don't wanna live the rest of my life like thisnsomebody help, this hell has disguised my giftsnand Dear Son, I will do better 'cause I owe you that muchnI must push on, be strong and never give upnNow bring it back, bring it back, bring it backnnOne boy with three sistersntwo perfect parents and a brand new home completes the picturenoh yeah, you had a dognwe used to visit on Thanksgiving but were treated rather odd sometimesnlike we was misfitsnme and my brothers would fart & cuss but that was some regular kid shitnAunty Terri didn't like thatnI know she sheltered ya'll a bit, I used to think that was the right tracknyou ate proper, watched your bed times and suchnwent to church every Sunday, and we would rough you up when we saw younbut you was tough though on the undernnot tough enough to deal with the lightning and thunderna mama's boy felt when his mama boned outnleft you high and dry so that she could zone outnI know it hurt, for that she dirt but maybe we could forgive hernand she don't cry you no river, just get her life together.nnDear Mama, tell me why's it gotta be so hardnI'm just trying to find my place and I'm still so farnI don't wanna live the rest of my life like thisnsomebody help, this hell has disguised my giftsnand Dear Son, I will do better 'cause I owe you that muchnI must push on, be strong and never give upnNow bring it back, bring it back, bring it back.nnSomebody did you wrong, my cousinnit wasn't your fault, your mama wasn't strong, keep lovinnI see you fallin down while I'm rubbing elbows 'round the townnI'm feeling your pain, thoughnYou try and ease it but the drugs make your head hang lownsearch for a reason from above, it just ain't sonyou're dyin slow, folks around you crying, trying everythingnbut it feels like there ain't no hopenand so I wrote this song before you dien'cause music cannot bring you back no matter how we trynand you know you ain't rightnyour son's mother's already gone now your fucking up this life, MatthewnI say that 'cause it's true, I wanna wake younhuman, I wanna shake you so you can make a break through and fix itnI don't understand what the risk isnI love you man, handle your business...nnDear Mama, tell me why's it gotta be so hardnI'm just trying to find my place and I'm still so farnI don't wanna live the rest of my life like thisnsomebody help, this hell has disguised my giftsnand Dear Son, I will do better 'cause I owe you that muchnI must push on, be strong and never give upnNow bring it back, bring it back, bring it back.