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Mama, where have you been?
Mama, where have you been?
Mama, I need you.
I love you.
I need you now, Mama. I need you now.
I needed you then.
And you tell me to wait ’til tomorrow,
tomorrow is here, Mama.
It’s here and it’s now yesterday, Mama.
Mama, where have you been?
Shit, Mama, I’m getting sick.
Mama, me, your baby, I needs me a fix.
Mama, I’m a junkie, Mama,
A HOPE TO DIE DOPE FIEND.
Mama, please, it beginning to hurt.
My legs, Mama, they hurt like hell.
Mama, someone is crushing them to nothing,
into powder, Mama,
into powder, Mama, white powder, Mama,
like the one I needs,
like I needed you, Mama,
like when I laid in the bed crying
from fear of the many papas
that came into my room.
Like I needed you, Mama. I needed to put my head between
the hollow of your breast, Mama,
like the johns need to put their heads between the hollow
of my breasts, Mama, and call me Mama.
Mama, they call me trickie now ’cause I’ve turned more
tricks in one night
than you turn in a lifetime. (Screams.)
Mama, it getting worse.
The monkey is traveling down my back,
calling to my mind to feed my veins.
Mama, please help me, Mama. I’m tired of turning tricks,
committing crimes. I wanna kick, I wanna fix.
I want you to need me.
Mama, I can do it with your help,
with your care, your love.
Mama, love me like you mean it Mama.
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