[Common]
When the day breaks, I display grace
Through infinite takes, and heartbreaks
The ground shakes, talks around race
Through birth quakes, I keep my crown straight
And bow face to you, it's salutations
I hold you high, you brought me in creation
You were patient with me dribblin' in the basement
And said: Where's your common sense, boo? Don't waste it
The pain that you had, it was hard to place it
For my dad, I couldn't be a replacement
I yearn for plates with catfish and collard greens
You got me into school, off of Mama schemes
I know I can lean, on you for anything
Ain't have to want for nothing, you my everything
They say we don't get to choose our mothers
Somehow I know our souls chose each other
[BJ the Chicago Kid]
Saint something, please protect this family
Give cover, from the world's insanities
I know you got a lot on your plate
The stress is on a lot of your faith
And no matter what's coming
I will be there, I will be there
[Common]
Jesus walked across my lawn
And told me you the mom I'm supposed to have
Nobody in my life is as close as that
If I'ma write you a song ain't no holdin' back
Now, I wasn't raised in no cul-de-sac
You said: Stay in school, 'cause you ain't know I rap
Teachin' me in moments I ain't know was class
That's why every girl I go home with be showin' class
When I show my ass, you gave me a whippin'
The paradigm shifted and parentin' is different
Black woman strength in search of vulnerability
You did everything you could and did it willingly
Instilled in me values of what a child do
To say you my Ma, I'm ever so proud to
You wrote me letters to get myself better
I still cherish when we pray together
That's a time I really feel the Lord
I thank you for the your declarations and your vision board
It hit a chord, when they rolled you into surgery
Mama, you the sky and earth to me
[BJ the Chicago Kid]
Saint something, please protect this family
Give cover, from the world's insanities
I know you got a lot on your plate
The stress is on a lot of your faith
And no matter what's coming
I will be there, I will be there
[BJ the Chicago Kid]
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah (oh-oh)
Ah, ah, oh, oh, ah, ah (oh-ooh-ooh)
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
