I'm like, Aiya

And she tell me I'm meant for greatness

one day I'mma make it, be patient

Meanwhile, she clocking in day shifts

till the night and each day till the AM

Got food on my plate and it tasteless

seasoned with pain and mixed with anguish

When I look at the smile she faking

all I can think is "I gotta make it" (Uh, uh-huh)

She losing herself trying to hold it together

she'll do it herself (Uh, uh-huh)

And her mans never help, he stay movin’ selfish

she good by herself (Uh, uh-huh)

All she hear is yells, it never get better

can’t think for herself

It seems that she cannot bear it to leave

'cause she prefer hell than to be by herself

Traditional custom

she got accustomed to all the fuck shit (Fuck shit)

She’d rather dysfunction over a

loveless life on a budget (Budget)

And she look at her son with tears in

her eyes and her face looks sunken

And she pray the demons that prey on her

husband never pass on to her blood (Blood)

But mama don't cry, we gon’ be alright, we gon’ be alright

The sun gon’ shine, the rain gon’ dry, we gon’ see the light

We turn out alright, your son alright, your daughter alright

So mama don't cry, we gon’ be alright, we gon’ be alright

And she tell me I'm meant for greatness

one day I'mma make it, be patient

Meanwhile, she clocking in day shifts

till the night and each day till the AM

Got food on my plate and it tasteless

seasoned with pain and mixed with anguish

When I look at the smile she faking

all I can think is "I gotta make it"

Scars on her hand and her lips

the burn marks she can’t forget

The strength, the resilience

her face stone-hard withstanding the hits

A flicker of pain trespassed through the fence

and planted a book that she cannot rip (?)

The root of her scars and bruises telling

a truth that she can't admit (Uh, uh-huh)

Like SOS, silently begging for help, oh yes (Uh, uh-huh)

His hands on her neck

slap marks all in his face and chest (Uh, uh-huh)

Like SOS, she won’t admit till

her breath go next (Uh, uh-huh)

Till death do us part, her vows going to be washing the SOS

But mama don't cry, we gon’ be alright, we gon’ be alright

The sun gon’ shine, the rain gon’ dry, we gon’ see the light

We turn out alright, your son alright, your daughter alright

So mama don't cry, we gon’ be alright, we gon’ be alright

And she tell me I'm meant for greatness

one day I'mma make it, be patient

Meanwhile, she clocking in day shifts

till the night and each day till the AM

Got food on my plate and it tasteless

seasoned with pain and mixed with anguish

When I look at the smile she faking

all I can think is I gotta make it