man took her natural face Made it a strange and alien place You can't bear to look 'cause she ain't there, hey, hey Our Mother has been raped and left
She is gone Natural man took her natural face Made it a strange and alien place You can't bear to look 'Cause she ain't there Our Mother has been raped
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gone Natural man took her natural face Made it a strange and alien place You can't bear to look 'Cause she ain't there Our Mother has been raped And
is gone Natural man took her natural face Made it a strange and alien place You can't bear to look 'Cause she ain't there Our Mother has been raped And
I ain’t scared of no motherfuckas’ I smash you bash you smoke you like a blunt then I pass you Have you standing still like a statue one mother fucker
's a rebel She's a saint She's salt of the earth And she's dangerous She's a rebel Vigilante Missing link on the brink Of destruction From Chicago
t where ya from, it's where ya at (verse one) I come up in the street around some real wild brothers With more than one name and more than one baby mother
to mississippi and I finally had a family moved to mississippi and I finally had a family my dad my sista and my newly borned brother the first time I ever called another women mother
Booker T's at the front door, saying it's time to go Coltrane's at the mother blues tonight, 63rd to southshore We're cruising in the Dyna-Flo Ain't no
thang about tha get-toe you know it when you back home H town to A town to bay now Mississippi new orleans, dallas LA now Milwaukee chicago VA's down
Intro: Gotta watch out for them critters I get the party live Common Sense will get the party live huh (x4) Verse 1: I was born in Chicago raised
wait (wait a minute mother f*****) wait wait wait wait ((wait a minute mother f*****) wait wait wait wait (wait a minute mother f*****) wait wait wait wait (wait a minute mother
and fortune and fame And I walk these endless streets, won't you give me a lift A lift, a lift, on your citizenship They were rioting in Chicago, movement
shit, the old bitch sucked a damn good dick Put them legs up high she couldn't handle it I'm not a no good punk, I coulda macked your mother But Life
and grey Chicago morn And a poor little baby child is born In the ghetto And his mother cries Cause if there's one thing that she don't need It's another
Thought I was M.I.A - no paper planes, I'm fly. Plus I don't write no more, it's all off of the top I shaved the braids And stay sharp, mother knew how
