Priest expect me to believe GOD called my mother
because he needed her more then me
How’s that, from day one I needed her embrace ‘cause
I cry at night time but her magical voice rocked me off
to sleep
Or was it the encouraging tears in her eyes when she
found out I could stand on my own two feet
Still tickling me awake at age thirteen
A mother’s love could never be discreet like the
rumors she heard of me wild in these streets
Even if GOD Almighty lent her his eyes that still could
never be
See a mother’s true love is stronger then what these
dudes and girls clamed they felt in these streets
Soon as you fall for more then 18 months there’s
something going on between the sheets
My mother flew from the south to the big east faithfully
to see me
So how can any priest expect me to believe GOD called
my mother because he needed her more then me?
The only time I slept good behind these gray walls
was after we would speak
But little does Satan know I still hear her magical
voice in my sleep
And when I pray I hear her speak
Encouraging me to stand on my own two feet
