(Sighs)
Yeah, listen to the words
A heavy heart on a concrete street
Listen to the cry of the innocents
Oh maama, why? Come on KabsT!
All over this world, I see the tears flow free
Many women weeping, longing for a legacy
One says I need a daughter to hold in my hand
Another says I need a son to help me take a stand
They pray to the Father, they beg for the gift
But when the blessing arrives, their hearts start to shift
It’s a mystery, a tragedy, a sorrow in the night
When the child you prayed for, you treat with such spite
Oh maama, stop it, you gotta let it go
They are your blood, your heart, your own soul
Don't call them dogs, don't throw them in the dirt
Why you wanna curse the ones you brought to earth?
Oh maama, speak a blessing, let the words be kind
Help them walk the path, help them find their mind
I hear you shouting loud, the neighbors hear the shame
You call them vicious names, you tarnish every frame
How can you call a blessing a dog in the street?
How can you make their life bitter instead of sweet?
They look up to you for guidance and for grace
But all they see is anger etched upon your face
You curse your own blood, you push them to the wall
And wonder why they stumble, and wonder why they fall
Oh maama, stop it, you gotta let it go
They are your blood, your heart, your own soul
Don't call them dogs, don't throw them in the dirt
Why you wanna curse the ones you brought to earth?
Oh maama, speak a blessing, let the words be kind
Help them walk the path, help them find their mind
God gave them to you for a purpose so true
To shepherd them, to love them, to see them through
To make them citizens, strong and upright
Not to dim their stars and take away their light
If you call them dogs, they’ll start behaving that way
If you curse their future, you’ll rue the day
Words are like seeds planted in the fertile ground
What you reap is the harvest, that’s the truth I found
Call them good names, watch them rise up tall
Give them your love and they will never stall
They are the future, the hope of the land
But they need the gentle touch of a mother’s hand
Put down the malice, put away the pain
Let the sunshine break through all of this rain
Oh maama, stop it, you gotta let it go
They are your blood, your heart, your own soul
Don't call them dogs, don't throw them in the dirt
Why you wanna curse the ones you brought to earth?
Oh maama, speak a blessing, let the words be kind
Help them walk the path, help them find their mind
Oh maama, speak a blessing
Let them be of good character
Don't let them lose their direction
They are your blood
Just love them
(Fade out with subtle bass pulse)