Bambu - Moms lyrics

"Gentlemen, let’s get down to business"

Since she was a child she felt
That she did not belong
She would pray to Jesus who
She did believe was blonde
She heard of America and saw that as her goal
Met a dude they called Anilo who
Would sing her sappy songs
Write her sappy poems from a
Boat he called his home
In the navy he was stationed all
The way across the globe
So she said fuck it took a trip
She was tipped the spouses fly free
Yolanda straight dipped
Across the sound out in Bremerton alone
Hit up the USO and called
My daddy on the phone
My daddy didn’t know the quarter
Dex said, "Ayo
Your wife is at the airport over at the USO"
My pop ain’t have a car back
Then so he had to borrow
A friend’s ride to pick up his wife
"So began the struggle"

Father hella broke so
Momma’s many hopes of America were not
The way the missionaries told her
Eventually they moved on down to Cali
Gave birth to a pistola and
So then began a family
And by the time my little brother Dre came
Hard times hit us, dad under pressure

He took it out on mom and
Mom used to bruise and
My dad hit the road, so mama used to use
Living in the hood, single mama, one room
Then one day she wiped the tears off
Enrolled herself in school now

While she in school
I used to hang around the block
And add to the stresses till
My cousin got shot
Depression hit my mom so bad
Especially to see a new woman with my dad
My mom’s heart trembled
But her focus stayed straight
Used to ride the RTG, 6am every day
Trying to keep her kids from
Seeking jail time plus
Trying to keep some food in our guts
Got me saying hey ma

Hey ma wassup ma?
Hey ma x yeah

Yeah, that’s the story of my mama
And that’s he reason why I never
Make it rain with dollars
And that’s the reason why I find
It difficult to love you
Cause mama never had the time to
Show me how to function
Through the hard times mama used to
Shut the door and cry
So sorry if when we fight
I kick the door inside

And yeah I got some issues with you listening
And that shit probably come from
Being raised not given
The attention that I wanted
But I wanna make us work
So I read Grace Lee Boggs
And bell hooks’ work but real shit
That practice so much harder than the theory
When we get to fighting
I’m fighting the demon in me
The patriarchy in me, or the womanizer in me
Start to creep up when a bunch
Of brown women near me
But, you don’t never worry never trip
Make up to break up shit you me and my kid

Through credit cards getting shut
To using EBT cards when shit got rough
Khalil’s got a momma who
Ain’t tripping off dough
Cause what Khalil’s mama understands is
How to be broke to my beautiful brown babies
And they beautiful mamas
When you old enough
Treat your sisters just like your mamas
And if you comfortable throwing some
Money at your mom
Delete this off your iTunes me
And you got a problem ey yo ma

What’s up, ma?

"I don’t know what anyone else believes but
But I believe females deserve the ultimate
Respect at all times
No matter when were how"

"Get out bitch, "

Women raped at an alarming rate
Overseas, the united states
Big booty jiggling all in my face
But the oppression of a woman we
Just look the other way
Yeah she fly, but I don’t care
Profile pic with her ass in the air
Exploitation exploitation with a worker in
A field in her underwear
Oh yeah we got freedom over here
Taliban oppress all the women when they wear
A woman in a burka and they
Murder a woman for getting raped
And for infidelity they getting
Stoned by prayer

Fuck em fuck em fuck em let em all die slow
Just try the other side of the coin
With less clothes
Women being used as a marketing tool
To sell everything from cell phones
To bottles of brew i guess the freedom to be
Props in the video cool
Need a couple have you

Mama always told me never take no shit
And mama had me on that fuck the police shit

" Every time I see their
Sign on their car saying
To protect and to serve I say to myself
Shit, you are there to accuse and to abuse to
Them all suspects are guilty
Until proven innocent
And they have to be beaten up"

You see? I told you

I feel exploited, oppressed
Objectified in my flesh

"One time a police officer called up
Asking to support their fundraising
I almost said ‘hell no, no way’ I wanted to
Say, "Sorry, I have no money
I just bailed out my son"