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What would it be if I didn't do something for my mother?i'm on it, you know what I'm saying?yup, all the mothers, my mother, your motherRightcheck this outlemme knowThere's my mother pounding grainSun over her head, it won't rainBlood in her veins, boiling againshe won't break, pride is her nameShe made grits for breakfastand convinced us we were richSometimes dinner we'd have skipshe vowed to never ever let us missbut we were poorhad next to nothing We'd endured the habits of somethingcalled injustice like incest isyou just rape is disgustingAnd every morning it breaks dawnshe looks up and she breaks downMy pops left, he left townwouldn't be so bad if he was aroundBut when he left, she weren't restHe made promises he hardly keptBut she kept trying and he kept lyingSongtexteShe found out and she hardly sleptAnd so it was life in the eastLife in militiaLife in the streetsConcrete jungleHarshest of menThe harshest of 'em could hardly pretendIt was incredible, the strength of this womanHer prayers dominate the wind and guide it to heavenHer spirit is as vivid as the highest moonand I was blessed to have lived in her pious wombBut what could i say that could even near the spacethat describes the grace of this woman's beautiful majestic waysnothingThat's why whatever i write will pale in comparisonand fail in expressionDo you know that my mama lived through trauma, hardship, conflict, pain, struggle in the warand two of our sons go to school no moreMan, she really is the deepest depthGod only needs smile when you least expectI can't repay her but at least i recognize my eyesno home to her will which was rock stoneShe reminds me of a little poem by cheri that i heard one morn'that talked about a woman:"There is a woman in Somaliascraping for bones on the roadside.There's a force stronger than naturekeeps her will alive (keeps her will alive)This is how she's dyingDying to surivie (dying to surivive)Don't know what she's made ofI will learn to be like thisShe cries (cries) to the heaven aboveThere's a storm in my heartShe lives a life she didn't choose(commited to poverty, heart broken by the times)and it hurts like brand new shoes(hurts like brand new shoes, hurts like brand new shoes)hurts like brand new shoes(and it hurts like brand hew shoes, hurts like brand new shoes)YesK'naan, my life is a movie (yeah)Mix tape volume one. Aus Songtexte Mania