Dead prez ft. Jamila and Umi - “When Mama Cries”
[Emcee(s): M1, stic.man, and Umi]
[Producer(s): Sol Messiah]
[Vocals: Jamila]
[Sample: Red Hot Chili Peppers - "Californication"]
[Bridge 1: Jamila and stic.man]
Why do babies cry?
‘Cause they knew they were born in the eye of the storm
And my mama cried
On the day I was born ‘cause she knew I would die
[Verse 1: M1]
Aww shit. Another young brother hit
They got me doing my dips and loading my clips
Bloomberg name taste like shit on our lips
Projects flipping, niggas is shitting on pigs
It ain’t a war where we live no more. It’s a massacre
Brothers ain’t trying to ride. We’re in the passenger seat
And everybody just trying to eat
But I’m trying to eat, then live, get high, and get free
Don’t tell me I’m deceiving myself. If that’s the case
I’d rather meet reality now, a gun to my face
Than play-fight with police and get shot in the back
So they could dirty my name and sprinkle some crack
Tell me that’s not how we’re getting down. We had some principles
I guess some things is different now. Broken promises
We made to my homie’s mom. They killed her only son
And now she crying in my arms. Be strong
[Emcee(s): M1, stic.man, and Umi]
[Producer(s): Sol Messiah]
[Vocals: Jamila]
[Sample: Red Hot Chili Peppers - "Californication"]
[Bridge 1: Jamila and stic.man]
Why do babies cry?
‘Cause they knew they were born in the eye of the storm
And my mama cried
On the day I was born ‘cause she knew I would die
[Verse 1: M1]
Aww shit. Another young brother hit
They got me doing my dips and loading my clips
Bloomberg name taste like shit on our lips
Projects flipping, niggas is shitting on pigs
It ain’t a war where we live no more. It’s a massacre
Brothers ain’t trying to ride. We’re in the passenger seat
And everybody just trying to eat
But I’m trying to eat, then live, get high, and get free
Don’t tell me I’m deceiving myself. If that’s the case
I’d rather meet reality now, a gun to my face
Than play-fight with police and get shot in the back
So they could dirty my name and sprinkle some crack
Tell me that’s not how we’re getting down. We had some principles
I guess some things is different now. Broken promises
We made to my homie’s mom. They killed her only son
And now she crying in my arms. Be strong
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