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