Seriously, No Cost?

I don't know why this old gospel song my mom used to play is haunting my head. Not even all of it just a bit, I'm not sure if the name was No Cost or who the singer was but basically the story was a kid tallied up his chores and how much he should be paid for them then his mom takes the paper and starts singing about how she stayed up with him when he was sick, prayed for him, carried him, you get the picture, and there is no cost.

Now some may find that sweet but even as a kid I found it creepy as hell. It's like look kid I brought you in this world and I've taken care of you and look at me not charging you a dime for it! To paraphrase Chris Rock, did she want a fucking cookie, you're supposed to take care of your kids low expectation having mfers.

I felt sorry for the kid, he's just looking for a legit way to make a little pocket money and instead he gets this massive guilt trip. Of course at the end the kid no longer wants payment and is in tears at the amazing woman his mother is which always made me roll my eyes. Talk about manipulative. Maybe this is where the seeds of not liking old time gospel music were sown.