Mama’ll get by
Her heart is unafraid
But mama gon’ cry
Her baby gone crazy
Baby done died
Gun in his hand
I told you those boys were not his friends
Mama doesn’t cry
Won’t be afraid
But mama gon’ cry
I told you those boys were not his friends
I told you you won’t like how this ends
I told you
I told you
I told you

Mama done said
Trouble gon’ find a way
But she said, “let the boy be,
He’ll make a fine man one day”
But I told you those boys were not his friends
Gotta be strong
When peace is hard to find
Livin’ this way – hurt’s not far behind
I told you you won’t like how this ends
I told you
I told you
I told you . . .