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Young mothers
Thats right
I feel ya (hey)
I know how it is
(MAMAs JUST A LIL GIRL)
Dont nobody understand
I feel ya
She was ..
Born A heavy set girl with pig tails and curls
A heart full of gold
Still it wont change the world
Though she could never understand why
Some underhanded plans, witnessed a man die
Was only 15
Should have been a beauty queen
Still see here crying by the caskets when here parents got killed
Little girl dont cry
Coz even though they died
You can best believe they watching over thee from the sky
Never asked for this misery
But look at what you gettin
Its a blessing in disguise
When you find out your pregnant
No money, no home
And even though you all alone
Youse got to do this on your own
So baby go on
I wish you luck
And if you need me, call
Just come to me and let me feed you all
I can understand
The way it feels when you fighting the world
Facing all this drama
When mamas just A little girl
Mama
Dont know why
Mamas just a little girl
Given that shes a ??
Time aint on her side
Mamas just a little girl
(Mamas just a little girl)
She gotta hold her head up high
At 16 what a beautiful thing
The very essence of a jet black ebony queen
And who could tell she would get pregnant at an early age
She didnt listen, had sex
Watch her belly raise (hey)
Got violated by someone she dated
If this is fate I hate to see the seed she created
So we wait, though it takes time to build the body and the mind
She reclines 9 months
Then finally its time
What do we find?
A little grown boy a mind with a tortured soul
Addicted to a life of crime at no time of the growing stage
He learned his values on the streets at an early age
Watch for police
Dont come home (why)
Coz mammas acting crazy
At the hospital
Bout to have another baby
Like the rose from concrete
Grown within
Blessed with twins
How the hell can mamma raise 3 men
So we began a closest family
Such insanity
A happy home
For one act inhumanity
Plus mammas said the seed was corrupted
Used the rubber belly
Begging us to breathe if she love us
Now mamma sits quiet
Sipping peppermint schnapps
Turned the house into a spot and made her watch for cops (hey)
How could mamma bring a thug like me into this world?
She aint the cause of all the drama
Cause mommas just a little girl
Mama
Dont know why
Mamas just a little girl
Liven if she is or not
Time aint on her side
Cause amas just a little girl
(Mamas just a little girl)
She gotta hold her head up high
(How could she raise us)
Now
Would she remain in the same spot?
The gunshots rang, they came from the cane spot
Now look here
I see her clutching her son
In her arms she hurt
Her heart bleeding as she watched her seed die in the dirt
Fulfill prophecy
But who could stop the grief?
I walk around trying to hold the world up on top me
Probably be an innocent man
But still Im the victim of a curse
What could be worse?
Nothing but pain
Since my birth, taught me functions at the pen
Cause everybodys in paying back society
Im guilty of a life of sin
I watched the drama occur
My eyes blurred fore I jet it
I wonder why we all have to die for we get it
Though we shed tears
So many peers I done buried
Worried and scared
Knowing Ima see the cemetery
Must be prepared in this cold world
No-one cares
No it aint fair
But we all there
And do our share
In this land of underhanded schemes and plans
Vivid dreams of a nigga having gs in hand
Mamma told me not to be a punk
Fuck what you talking about coward
What you niggas want?
(hey)
They aint a thing I wouldnt do for my mamma in this world
Cause you know I aint mad at cha
You just a little girl
See mammas just a little girl
(hey hey)
Mama
dont know why
Mamas just a little girl
Given that she is or not
time aint on here side
mamas just a little girl
(mamas just a little girl)
she gotta hold her head up high
They ask us why we mutilate each other like we do
And wonder why we hold such little worth for human life
Facing all this drama
But to ask us why we to turn from bad to worse
Is to ignore from which we came
You see you wouldnt ask why the rose that grew from the concrete had damaged petals
On the contrary
We would all celebrate its tenacity
We would all love its will to reach the sun
Well
We are the roses (echo)
This is the concrete (echo)
And these are my damaged petals (echo)
Dont ask me why (echo)
Thank god nigga (echo)
Ask me how (echo)
(hahaha)
You see, mamas just a little girl
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