Jay Rock, Jaheim - Momma Don't Cry lyrics

Mama, don't cry for me papa, don't feel bad
Code in the streets that they gotta keep
You bang so they bang back
Our city, our ghetto, our boroughs
So merrily, it's all we had

Mama, I know you're listening
We hope our prayers we get up to heaven
If we fall, we are not forgotten
Don't let our little brothers end
Up like we did let 'em grow up and get a job
Don't let 'em grow up behind bars
Tryna be hard
Or oh and Father my feet (his feet)
The wrong color on the wrong
Street with no heat
Rocking Dickie's and checkers, bandanas
My brothers hate them or love them
They still got each other
They twist their hands up
And pull their pants up walk this way
Throw your flag and your set up

I came up in the ghetto
Where it's complete chaos
Gang injunction had them boys
Sic'ing off the canines
Product of my environment
Violence had my people rioting
We was doing 50 50 on the same odds
On the porch with a red
Rag getting my hair cut
Finished, jeans sagging
Mama yelled "Pull your pants up"
She knew I was born in it like a placenta
Prays for me, but lord knows Rock is a sinner
Rally through other neighborhoods
Reppin' my section my mouth cuss words
My palm clutching a western
The streets turned a nigga out
Before I was 12 serving junkies
Me and the homies had phone over cells
Banged out like a motherfucker
City of angels, but every corner
The devil hug us, for real though
It's cutthroat but I bleed the block till
I be the block in a hearse
I put that on my pops, you feel me

Mama, don't cry for me papa, don't feel bad
Code in the streets that they gotta keep
You bang so they bang back
Our city, our ghetto, our boroughs
So merrily, it's all we had
Gotta cook beef or you can't eat
And that's why they fly their flags

Look, I do this for my niggas up state
We're down for the hood, for the hood's sake
And if I had the master key
To open up them gates
Then I would tell the warden
That his plans was aborted
They say incarceration supposed to
Make the hood safer
They protect the neighborhood
Then that's out of order
They tryna take our soldiers
Make servants out of daughters
Call us rabbit's to degrade
Us, that ain't right, we authors
And that would mean my album was novel
And the realest state of mind
When I address the problems
I'm no James Baldwin, I'm just saying
I been praying
You got God's number? Somebody call him
From to New Orleans
Concrete rose like a florist
On Florence and speech what up Mr shakur?
I'm still thugging under surveillance
Confined by the law but they can't see me

Mama, don't cry for me papa, don't feel bad
Code in the streets that they gotta keep
You bang so they bang back
Our city, our ghetto, our boroughs
So merrily, it's all we had
Gotta cook beef or you can't eat
And that's why they fly their flags

So I'm draped in my colors
Spilling blood on the cement smoking kush
High flying kites til the present
Middle finger up as I ride in a fleet with
The nine tucked
Leave a coward stuck like leeches
I swear on my unborn son I'm indecent
Blame it on where I grew
Up on some street shit
It's way too graphic for you to grasp it
National Geographic couldn't capture it
Turn my baseball cap to the back
See I'm an activist
In fact the Black Panther of rap
Fist up like I'm on the monkey
Bars when I held the bars
Put the message in the jar then
I left it by the shore
That's a metaphor, did you catch it?
Wasn't sure, too busy coming up with more
The streets is a motherfucker
Corrupt and all
I say that to say this, walking out a door

Mama, don't cry for me papa, don't feel bad
Code in the streets that they gotta keep
You bang so they bang back
Our city, our ghetto, our boroughs
So merrily, it's all we had
Gotta cook beef or you can't eat
And that's why they fly their flags
Mama, don't cry for me papa, don't feel bad
Code in the streets that they gotta keep
You bang so they bang back
Our city, our ghetto, our boroughs
So merrily, it's all we had
Gotta cook beef or you can't eat
And that's why they fly their flags