text:  ¶ About all my Sunday learning ¶ ¶ Towards the bat I kept on turning ¶ ¶ Till mama couldn't hold me anymore ¶ ¶ I turned 21 in prison ¶ ¶ Doing life without parole ¶ ¶ No one could steer me right ¶ ¶ But mama tried, mama tried ¶ ¶ Mama tried to raise me better ¶ ¶ But her pleading I denied ¶ ¶ That leaves only me to blame ¶ ¶ Cause mama tried ¶