Strong Mother
Growing up in a house full of abuse
My father beating my mother everytime he taste the juice.
Destroying her beauty and taking her pride
I remember each night that my mother cried,
but my God brought her through, I couldn't ask for another
My beautiful black queen, my strong black mother.
A fist to the stomach,a slap in the face
woman you better stay in your place
Don't you know I love you, don't make me hit you again
Wash my clothes, fix my dinner and bring me my juice and gin.
My God brought her through, I couldn't ask for another
my beautiful black queen, my strong black mother.
Strong mother, that's her title, I wouldn't dare ask for another
My beautiful black queen, my strong black mother.
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