This Goes Out To All The Mothers Here In The World.
We love you
Twelve hours on her feet
And she worked like a slave
She didn’t make a lot of money
But the bills got paid
Every day she dealt with pain
And I’ve never seen her cry
And no matter how much it hurt
It was her only way to survive
And I’ll never forget
What you’ve done for me
And I’ll do my best
To make you proud of me
She said:
Girl I just want you to have
A better life than me
She said:
Get a good job
So you can raise a family
She said:
I’m not the kind of people
You look up to
But I don’t think you understand..
I want to be just like you.
Yeah
I remember laying in the bed, ma
I remember everything you said
Putting alcolado on my head
Cantando titinorma
En la sala bailando
Ma you knew it,
That’s why you always played music
My momma used to say:
My little man’s going to do it
She said:
Don’t be a liar
Spit that fire
My ma’s a rider,
She a chance,
A survivor.
I can never figure out
How we made it through
She did it by herself
And had no one to come home to
Still she lived her life
And prayed at night
To make it through another day
And even when I saw
The pain in her eyes
She tells me everything’s OK
And I’ll never forget
What you’ve done for me
And I’ll do my best
To make you proud of me
She said:
Girl I just want you to have
A better life than me
She said:
Get a good job
So you can raise a family
She said:
I’m not the kind of people
You look up to
(Praise you mom)
But I don’t think you understand..
I want to be just like you.
Everything you taught to me
I live by faithfully
You would be so proud to see
(The woman I’ve become)
And I’m going to get back to you
‘cause that’s what I want to do
Momma I love you
(Maybe more than enough)
And
She said:
Girl I just want you to have
A better life than me
She said:
Get a good job
So you can raise a family
She said:
I’m not the kind of people
You look up to
But I don’t think you understand..
I want to be just like you.
I want to be just like you.
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