Lyrics Trippin - Fortunate Youth

Oh mama, yes I got you on the phone line
Telling you that I'm coming through the grapevine
Gonna come and handle mine
She says you know its wrong
I know you do it son
I want a son that can do no wrong
Your gonna see yourself locked away
In a penitentiary for life you got to pay

You got me trippin far
Too long before I go away
You got me trippin far
Too long before I go away

Tell me that justice is wrong
What am I doing here so wrong?
Yes you know I'm trying to go and free their minds
Oh they're telling me that I'm gonna do some time
Yes my mama tell me so
One day I hate to see my son who wants to go
I see you're down to free those minds
All of those minds, oh To legalize your mind

She said you know, I love you so
You're my son and I hate to see you go
I see you're down to do these crimes
You must be ready yes to go and do the time
Well I don't care, no, free me so
There's no job when you're on parole
You can take this time in life
I hope I make it, all my life

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What have I done so wrong?