Guilt Trip

I wish I knew who I'd become back then
Maybe then, I wouldn't be uncomfortable with where I am
Food stamps in a minivan, baby formula from Saint Anne's
Graduation in a different state of mind, I can't remember much about it
I can't remember who allowed it, but I remember being outed

Mama, don't cry
Because if you cry, then I'll cry too
Mama, don't cry
Because if you cry, then I'll cry too

She don't wanna be a parent, and it's apparent
Like ink below my skin, it's inherent
She used to be what she wanted
Back before the issue was that we were all dependent
Then I saw my mother with a split lip, but not from slippin'
Talk about a guilt trip, lyin' through my teeth
Politics, language, put it all beneath, please

Mama, don't cry
Because if you cry, then I'll cry too
Mama, don't cry
Because if you cry, then I'll cry too