[male
vocals] [
Intro] (
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!
[Verse 1] 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
[Chorus] 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
[Verse 2] 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
[Chorus] 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
[Bridge] 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
[Verse 3] 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
[Chorus] 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
[Outro] 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)