Alright (Ma Don’t Cry)
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
