The song breaks into a pause, and he shrugs, as if unwilling to place blame on his mom, accepting the consequences of her decisions, but still yearning, wondering. He fills the spaces of the unanswered questions, elongating and repeating, "Do I look like him?"

“Mama, I’m chasing a ghost. Do I look like him?” Excellent storytelling, but bro I’m crying

“Mama, I’m chasing a ghost. Do I look like him?” is excellent storytelling but hurts