Lyrics:
molested at the
Age of seven
By a relative
It lasted 'til she was eleven
Her father wasn't around she
Couldn't tell him
Continuous cries for help
They felt
(Intro):
(Man says): We're gonna slow it down at this time
And sing a soulful number.
This song is a song that, why' know, we all want to sing
start being good
Mothers from the birth
Of our children, no time for sleeping
Teach them to fight and win
For the right reason
It's your time, it's your
a second
You say you don't love her
You push her and you shove her
That's your first son's mother
Word to mother, if it's that bad
Then go and get
all the fatherless children in the world
The mother's who raised us, the people who love us
[Verse 1]
It's a Monday, finally found the perfect beat
I let you stay here and drink up all the rest
Of that little money that we got saved
But I'm gonna stand by my children
Stand by 'em 'til the very"
on the scroll
So whatchu gonna do but ride to the scale?
On your knees to the East, all hail
The Grand Creator, the host and children
How could you think,
from danger but not
Safe from love, not safe from every good thing
Some time passed, the sun and the moon sped by
Birds flew, dogs barked in their turn,
and a preacher lying dead, two men,
A deputy and a preacher lying dead.
Tom run back where his mother was asleep;
He woke her up out of bed.
An' he kissed goodbye
the love of God, we all sufferin
We fall asleep, they handcuff us in our dreams
We wake up and scream, the world explodes if it's overload, we hug our
news is that it's only a matter of time
Bad news is that it didn't matter the crime
You already made up your mind
We all deserve equality and you playing
to ask me where my mother is
I try make excuses but they caught me stuttering
All I've been wanting is for someone to see me
But you keep telling me (BE
Mother)
If she's miles away, call her say I love you Mother
(You know I love you Mother)
And if you're estranged from your mother, now is the time to unite
working so theres no time for chilling
Only got it for a shawty who gone swallow all the children
Then its back to the trap down the hall through the back
never undestand
When children have the upper hand
When you stay out every night
The first time from your bedroom site
Started to show some concern
But by
yes
If mama don't know now, she can guess
My, my, yes
All day, all night, Marianne
Down by the sea side siftin' sand
Even little children love
yes
If mama don't know now, she can guess
My, my, yes
All day, all night, Marianne
Down by the sea side siftin' sand
Even little children love
FLOWERS FOR MAMA
WRITERS EDDIE NOACK, CINDY WALKER, AL RUMLEY
Papa brought flowers for mama today
And all the grown children, but it's not mother's
not believe
She'll come to you in disguise, she's there in you children's eyes
Still our mother, she's still your wife
So let her
Waltz away
For all her care I pay
And still she runs away
(Fosco shakes Glyde by the hand)
I'm touched by your compassion
Your kindness knows no bounds
I've
on the telephone
Her children were all sleeping as she waited out the dawn
How could she tell those children that their father was shot down
So she took them
children tryna' fabricate love
Or figure what particle human intuition made of
I was going back and forth to her for ‘bout a straight month
Thinking if
rough her father died at 4 from a drug deal
Death was all around her neighborhood there ain't no love here
Guns gangbangers and a whole lot of drugs near
there to take care of you when you old
Wiped my nose breastfed and changed my diapers
Blatantly told me which friends were really vipers
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