Kna'an - My Mother's Pearls lyrics

[Intro] What would it be if I didn't do something for my mother? I'm on it, you know what I'm saying? Yup, all the mothers, my mother, your mother Right Check this out Lemme know [verse 1] There's my mother pounding grain Sun over her head, it won't rain Blood in her veins, boiling again She won't break, pride is her name She made grits for breakfast And convinced us we were rich Sometimes dinner we'd have skip She vowed to never ever let us miss But we were poor Had next to nothing We'd endured the habits of something Called injustice like incest is You just rape is disgusting And every morning it breaks dawn She looks up and she breaks down My pops left, he left town Wouldn't be so bad if he was around But when he left, she weren't rest He made promises he hardly kept But she kept trying and he kept lying She found out and she hardly slept And so it was life in the east Life in militia Life in the streets Concrete jungle Harshest of men The harshest of 'em could hardly pretend It was incredible, the strength of this woman Her prayers dominate the wind and guide it to heaven Her spirit is as vivid as the highest moon And I was blessed to have lived in her pious womb But what could i say that could even near the space That describes the grace of this woman's beautiful majestic ways Nothing That's why whatever i write will pale in comparison And fail in expression Do you know that my mama lived through Trauma, hardship, conflict, pain, struggle in the war And two of our sons go to school no more Man, she really is the deepest depth God only needs smile when you least expect I can't repay her but at least i recognize my eyes No home to her will which was rock stone She reminds me of a little poem by sade that I heard one morn' That talked about a woman [verse 2] "There is a woman in Somalia Scraping for bones on the roadside There's a force stronger than nature Keeps her will alive (keeps her will alive) This is how she's dying Dying to surivie (dying to surivive) Don't know what she's made of I will learn to be like this She cries (cries) to the heaven above There's a storm in my heart She lives a life she didn't choose (commited to poverty, heart broken by the times) And it hurts like brand new shoes (hurts like brand new shoes, hurts like brand new shoes) Hurts like brand new shoes (and it hurts like brand hew shoes, hurts like brand new shoes) [Outro] Yes K'naan, my life is a movie (yeah) Mix tape volume one