Mama's Gun

I don’t understand why these kinds of things keep happening to me.

“Oh why world?

Why world

Do you want me to be so mad? Yeah”

I haven’t even gotten to the city yet and someone is already fixin to throw cow shit at the fan I’m standing underneath. My suitemate, that just decided to get in contact with me two hours ago, wants me to move out of my spot in the dorm so her friends can come in. I was nice to her when I responded with a resounding no, but who knows how much father this might go. She says my actual roommate wants to move out, which she hasn't told me, and that her friends mom works in housing and can make the switch before move in. Who does this?

“I'm tellin' you the truth

I hope I'm not being too cruel

Since you ain't playing by the rules

I'm 'bout to kick you off your stool”

Honey, your friends live in Carlyle, which is two minutes away. Just go visit them. Don’t try and get your way with me. I don’t play that. I like where I am. I'm not going to drop everything I have going so you can live with people you'll see everyday anyway. Get over yourself.

“Oh why can't we get along and

Take all the funky tones

And make up a funky song

That be bangin on and on”

I don’t understand why this has to start already. I had enough drama with my roommates last year! Why?!

Lyrics by Erykah Badu, Penitentiary Philosophy