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 mother
Right
check this out
lemme know
There's my mother pounding grain
Sun over her head, it won't rain
Blood in her veins, boiling again
she won't break, pride is her name
She made grits for breakfast
and convinced us we were rich
Sometimes dinner we'd have skip
she vowed to never ever let us miss
but we were poor
had next to nothing
We'd endured the habits of something
called injustice like incest is
you just rape is disgusting
And every morning it breaks dawn
she looks up and she breaks down
My pops left, he left town
wouldn't be so bad if he was around
But when he left, she weren't rest
He made promises he hardly kept
But she kept trying and he kept lying
She found out and she hardly slept
And so it was life in the east
Life in militia
Life in the streets
Concrete jungle
Harshest of men
The hardest of 'em could hardly pretend
It was incredible, the strength of this woman
Her prayers dominate the wind and guide it to heaven
Her spirit is as vivid as the highest moon
and I was blessed to have lived in her pious womb
But what could i say that could even near the s***e
that describes the grace of this woman's beautiful majestic ways
nothing
That's why whatever i write will pale in comparison
and fail in expression
Do you know that my mama lived through
trauma, hardship, conflict, pain, struggle in the war
and two of our sons go to school no more
Man, she really is the deepest depth
God only needs smile when you least expect
I can't repay her but at least i recognize my eyes
no home to her will which was rock stone
She reminds me of a little poem by cheri that i heard one morn'
that talked about a woman:
"There is a woman in Somalia
scraping for bones on the roadside.
There's a force stronger than nature
keeps her will alive (keeps her will alive)
This is how she's dying
Dying to surivie (dying to surivive)
Don't know what she's made of
I will learn to be like this
She cries (cries) to the heaven above
There's a storm in my heart
She 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)
Yes
K'naan, my life is a movie (yeah)
Mix tape volume one.
i'm on it, you know what I'm saying?
yup, all the mothers, my mother, your mother
Right
check this out
lemme know
There's my mother pounding grain
Sun over her head, it won't rain
Blood in her veins, boiling again
she won't break, pride is her name
She made grits for breakfast
and convinced us we were rich
Sometimes dinner we'd have skip
she vowed to never ever let us miss
but we were poor
had next to nothing
We'd endured the habits of something
called injustice like incest is
you just rape is disgusting
And every morning it breaks dawn
she looks up and she breaks down
My pops left, he left town
wouldn't be so bad if he was around
But when he left, she weren't rest
He made promises he hardly kept
But she kept trying and he kept lying
She found out and she hardly slept
And so it was life in the east
Life in militia
Life in the streets
Concrete jungle
Harshest of men
The hardest of 'em could hardly pretend
It was incredible, the strength of this woman
Her prayers dominate the wind and guide it to heaven
Her spirit is as vivid as the highest moon
and I was blessed to have lived in her pious womb
But what could i say that could even near the s***e
that describes the grace of this woman's beautiful majestic ways
nothing
That's why whatever i write will pale in comparison
and fail in expression
Do you know that my mama lived through
trauma, hardship, conflict, pain, struggle in the war
and two of our sons go to school no more
Man, she really is the deepest depth
God only needs smile when you least expect
I can't repay her but at least i recognize my eyes
no home to her will which was rock stone
She reminds me of a little poem by cheri that i heard one morn'
that talked about a woman:
"There is a woman in Somalia
scraping for bones on the roadside.
There's a force stronger than nature
keeps her will alive (keeps her will alive)
This is how she's dying
Dying to surivie (dying to surivive)
Don't know what she's made of
I will learn to be like this
She cries (cries) to the heaven above
There's a storm in my heart
She 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)
Yes
K'naan, my life is a movie (yeah)
Mix tape volume one.