Lyrics:
Way over in Ethiopia, when my little brother wake
He have no food to eat, no clothes to wear, no place to go
What can his mother say, what can his
We are in Nazareth within a few feet of
This place Jesus lived as a child
With his father Joseph the carpenter
And his mother Mary
In Jerusalem
He was his mother's son
He was his brother's keeper
He was a loaded gun
She was a heavy sleeper
And every now and then
He'd walk the streets in
Yeah mother fucker's got his head all inside out
And he thinks it's quite stylish and he never goes without
And he says, "Baby you don't understand
He'll grow up too fast his mother said
He can't wait to get in shoulder pads
The days go by so fast I can't believe
That someday he may decide
It's
fight you took his life (You took his life)
You know you crossed the line you know you gotta die (Gotta die nigga)
He told his mother he a dead man
motherhood
There was a guy, although it seems
Who once took this measurement to extremes
He loved his mother and she loved him
And yet this story is rather
The hold of it
Has got me in its grip
My father before me
His mother admits
The hold of it
Has got me in its grip
My father before me
His mother admits
She
Preacher Casey, and they had a little drink
But they found that his family they was gone
He found that his family they was gone
He found his mother's
Preacher Casey, and they had a little drink,
But they found that his family they was gone,
He found that his family they was gone.
He found his mother's old
lies there
One day his mother said
When Pierre climbed out of bed
Good morning, darling boy, you are my only joy
Pierre said I don't care!
What
The baby's asleep in the arms of his mother
To the banks of the Nile they ran to take cover
The baby's asleep in the arms of his mother
The baby's
would never walk again"
He had braces on his legs and another sad thing happen to that young man
He lost his mother. And the family tried
to get in
and hold it for ransom
But he needed a place to hide the duck
He knew the perfect place
He couldn't think of a better place than his mother's house
His
James James Morrison Morrison Weatherby George Dupree
Took great of his mother, though he was only three.
James James said to his mother: "Mother
He took him from his mother
Mischievous, he loved it
On the Greyhound out Columbus
Sneaking phone calls to his mother
He been missing the whole summer
Once up on a time, There was a boy named Jack.
He lived with his mother in a small cottage.
Jack and his mother were very poor,
and the most valuable
His mother said "Son have faith in his plan
For how he works you just can not understand"
the world only tries to knock him off his stands
Turns his
rights
Before they turn out the lights
He's got his mother's hips
He does the dippity dip
He's got delicious quips
He's got his mother's hips
He
the south
Bringing the first taste of the spring
His mother took him to her breast and softly she did sing
Oh Montana, give this child a home
Give him
the south
Bringing the first taste of the spring
His mother took him to her breast and softly she did sing
Oh Montana, give this child a home
Give him
the south
Bringing the first taste of the spring
His mother took him to her breast and softly she did sing
Oh Montana, give this child a home
Give him
bloom
I gotta bloom!
One way or another. 50 pack put it down on his brother
He was crying but it wasn't his mother. He was crying but it wasn't his mother
Out in the cold world and far away from home
Some mother's boy is wandering all alone
No one to guide him or keep his footsteps right
Some mother's
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