 Sometime you can come home as a child from school and you your mother's sitting in the chair and she don't look right you say mommy You don't look right. I'm all right. How the hell you know anything wrong with me. You ain't no doctor No, mom. I don't need to be no doctor. Look at your legs all swollen up your knees all big breath stink eyes all red juice running out your ears you sick mama You better get in bed rest Call you a doctor