Listen to your mama, don't go out, Dwayne
Don't go down and rob that dairy store..
You'll spend your life connected to a ball and chain
And never have your dream no more..

Young Dwayne lived in a project in Chicago Heights
Dreamed to be a big rap star
Each nite upon his pillow, saw his name in lights,
And ridin' in a shiny car..

Days, he wandered down a ghetto street,
Meeting with his friends to share some new rap beat,
But often, he'd feel hopeless like the hot concrete,
'Fraid, he'd stay..

Listen to your mama, don't go out, Dwayne
Don't go down and rob that dairy store..
You'll spend your life connected to a ball and chain
And never have your dream no more..

(Instrumental break)

Dwayne wore his ski mask and he robbed the store
Shot dead the owner, who slumped to the floor
Ran out in panic, shirt caught in the door,
And it tore..

Listen to your mama, don't go out, Dwayne
Don't go down and rob that dairy store..
You'll spend your life connected to a ball and chain
And never have your dream no more..

Task force came and they took Dwayne
Hauled him off to prison in their cars
Lifetime sentence, that's where' he'll remain
Without music, behind iron bars
There he'll never feel no falling rain
Or get to wish on falling stars...

Can never wish on falling stars...