Ebri Yahloe - Family Matters

My mama was a baby, baby
With three little babies, babies
And I ain't saying my struggle was no harder than yours
We one in the same, we made it
Motherfucker, we made it
My mama was a baby, baby
With three little babies, babies
And I ain't saying my struggle was no harder than yours
We one in the same, we made it
Motherfucker, we made it

Now let me start off by saying dog, it ain't where you're from
No, see, that only builds your character
It's about learning what you can where you from
So when you get where you going
These motherfuckers is scared of you
Now what you know about the struggle
One bed, cold as fuck, huddle with your brothers
Pushing shopping carts, food pantries with your mother
Seen her hurting, never hopeless, and for that you love her
And for that you love her

Daddy off with his family, doghouse and a pool
From this scandalous motherfucker, I can't even get shoes 
Only pops I ever knew was popsicles and soda
Conscience arguing 'he coming, no he ain't' I told you
Mama's boyfriends came and go and we hated them niggas 
Couldn't wait till we got bigger, we will slay us a nigga
Lay us a nigga down for talking shit to our momma 
Young as fuck, ready to rumble, couldn't wait for that drama
Momma, we cold and hungry
What the fuck is his job?
Soon as that nigga fell asleep, it was his wallet we robbed
Corner store then the park
Baby brother, most heart
It's keep what you kill and only eat with whom you've starved

My mama was a baby, baby
With three little babies, babies
And I ain't saying my struggle was no harder than yours
We one in the same, we made it
Motherfucker, we made it
My mama was a baby, baby
With three little babies, babies
And I ain't saying my struggle was no harder than yours
We one in the same, we made it
Motherfucker, we made it

Flick on the lights in the kitchen
Roaches scatter, dirty dishes
Not a pot or pan to piss in, daddy's missing
Still a kid, so I missed him
Extension cords from the neighbors
Only niggas with no electric watching cable
No food, just the old bag of flour to refrigerate
Some how I still came out great
Full of life
To survive, nigga I ain't got to think twice
In other words, I'm saying mama Imma be alright
I promise Imma be alright
I promise
To be yours, I am honored

My mama was a baby, baby
With three little babies, babies
And I ain't saying my struggle was no harder than yours
We one in the same, we made it
Motherfucker, we made it
My mama was a baby, baby
With three little babies, babies
And I ain't saying my struggle was no harder than yours
We one in the same, we made it
Motherfucker, we made it

MOTHERFUCKER, WE MADE IT

Mommies are magic, don't you forget it
Mommies are magic, I know it cause I lived it
Mommies are magic, you gotta believe it
Mommies are magic, I know it cause I seen it

Written by:
Michaela Rash

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