I lived part of my life Being scared of my dreams Everytime someone asks What i'm shooting for in life I would hide my true feelings And when i spoke up to my friends They made fun of my dreams So when times got too rough I would think back on one thing My mama would say to me Chorus:this is your life, live it your own way Forces of evil struck back and forth Throughout my younger days, Because i would listen And care what other people would say Like a four letter word I ignored the whole world And built my own tiny world with respect But it took time to relate What my momma would say time after time again, she said: Chorus Chorus