Oh Mama (feat Five Eighty)
Written by Farid and Five Eighty.
Instrumental by Boon Doc
Verse 1
I write a verse for my queen
I love my mama black
She gave me tools on how to make it out this habitat
She gave me food for my soul
I was her pride and joy
She gave the world for my life
I was her baby boy
My daddy wasn’t there
Papa was a rolling stone
Just me and Dominique
Mama kept the family strong
She kept the lights on
And gave us food to eat
And kept the bills paid
And never stayed up on the street
Never depended on any man just to make her way
Mama was street smart
Left school in 10th grade
But was sharp as a blade
And was packin a blade
Cause mama didnt play
Nope, she was not ashamed
A black girl from the city
Lookin for bigger things
And then the 70′s came
And Mama had to change
The oldest of the bunch
And Im missin your touch
Oh Mama
Dear Mama
I Love you so much
Chorus
Oooh Mama
I see you in my dreams at night
Cant wait to go to sleep
Oooh Mama
So much has happened in my life
Since you went away
Verse 2
I was born in 83
And came from reagonomics
In San Francisco “the city”
Home of the narcotics
We stayed on Army street
Watched by Yasmin
My mama doin bad
And was chasin the scene
And becoming a fiend
My mama was an addict
She kept her boyfriend around
His name was blue magic
They always hangin out
They’re always acting sneaky
Up in the bathroom for hours
Until Im getting sleepy
She tried to leave him once
But he was creepin on her
Sleepin on her
With other chickens
Deep in California
She loved his gentle touch
But yo she had to leave him
She took the methodone route
Cause he was tryin to beat her
Just like Demacio did
But thats another story
I was her one and only
But now Im feelin lonely
The oldest of the bunch
And now Im missin your touch
Oh Mama
Dear Mama
We Love you so much
Chorus
Verse 3
Your boy is bigger now
I’m gettin figures now
I keep the mic on my side
Like Rap City now
I got some self esteem
My wife is pretty now
Yo Im a rapper MC
I make the city smile
Im self driven ma
Im bout to drive the city wild
Could have been pretty wild
Now Im prayin to the clouds
And to the LORD above
I hope he guides your way
Im living to die
And I cant wait to see your face
Thank you for all your lessons
And all your memories
For always lovin me
When life was ugly
You always did your best
And always tried your hardest
You’ve been to hell and back
I hope he gives you gardens
Because you earned it Ma
He let you raise us good
He gave us food for thought
To get us out the hood
I miss you dearly Mama
And all your crazy stuff
I hope we meet again
InshaAllah
All of us
Chorus
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