Mama

I'm a jerk. Always have been. Gotta survive the big bad world, ya know.
My mama was a rolling stone. Not true. Just my imagination.
My papa beat me blue. Not my imagination.

So I stole my brother's girl. Killed my sister's man. Left my partner high and dry. Beat my wife to pulp. And never shed a tear.

Gunrunning undercover. Bold, tough muscle. Brazen balls.
They locked him up one fine morning. In a 4x8 cell with grotty green walls.

Its dark in here. Kinda cold too.
Tossing my coin for the fiftieth time.
There's nothing much to do.

I never touched the dirty stuff though. Just one time.
Lost my mind for a night. When my sweet mama died.

My mama. Didja know her? No one quite like her- in my life at least.
She bred me, fed me, stroked me, broke me.
She was here, there , everywhere.
A creature born to fight.
And she taught me well.
Yes, she taught me never to see the light.

For fear it spoils me.

I miss you mama. Where d'ja go?
Even if I left you, didn't you always know -
only your arms could make me sleep,
and your cries could make me weep.

And I'm still knocking on your door,
long after you knew me no more.

Please mama, let me in.
I'm worn out, weary- need some lovin.