Don’t matter if I was gettin up 
From my hundredth fall on 
My two wheeler,  strugglin to 
Keep up in math or headed 
Toward my tenth job interview,

Mama’d say, ‘Put them oars in the water an start paddlin.’  

Made no difference at all if 
I was battlin to carry a baby to
Term or tryin to find the words to
Tell a 4 year old what divorce really is,  

Mama’d say, ‘Put them oars in the water an start paddlin.’  

Today is different.   
Today my mama went over the falls.  
Left me spinnin out here in the whitewater.  

I’ve put them oars in Mama, an I’m paddlin, 
But ain’t too sure I’m gonna make it to shore.