| I’m asking all you mothers,
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| do your children take jive?
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| and God was just piled upon them
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| do you think they’ll survive?
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| you send them to the movies
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| what you think that they’ll see?
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| you know that that won’t be love
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| that not breathing cheaply
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| A vagrant or a murderer
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| a rapist or a cheat
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| I missed your millions
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| and violence in our streets
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| I’m asking!
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| Yes, I’m Asking!
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| But Las Vegas bodies
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| are still not for your lives
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| I’m asking all you mothers,
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| do you tell your children lies?
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| how do you think they’ll grow up
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| if they’re weened upon a gun
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| or stories of how the stork
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| and bout you, your new start
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| a tear in the darkness
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| as a wellness fills there eyes
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| when truth is discovered
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| if they leave you — don’t
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| don’t you be surprised
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| I’m asking
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| I’m asking all you mothers
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| I’m asking
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| all you mothers to be
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| I’m asking
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| for the sake of our children,
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| don’t take away the right
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| the right to be free
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| I’m asking all you young girls
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| have you learned about lost pleasure
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| or did your parents bind tomorrow
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| restrain you from the treasure
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| Tell me, look behind you
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| was your mama really there?
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| your child looks alot like you
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| for her sake I hope you’ll be fair
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| you want your kids to grow up
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| with the things you never had
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| then give them all there freedom
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| respect there values of good and bad
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| I’m asking
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| Yes, I’m asking
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| I’m asking
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| I’m asking
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| do you tell your children lies
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| I’m asking
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| I’m asking
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| I’m asking
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| I’m asking
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| Yes, I’m asking
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| I’m asking |