Fortunate Youth - Trippin lyrics

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 () What have I done so wrong?