Intro
Yeah, yuh dun know it's time to take ya' back
Wayne & Wax and Soulfège 'bout to lace a track
And remix a lil' "sweetness" so peep this...

Verse 1
She kept it always humble
In the concrete jungle
Through the rubble where she birthed me
From the stubble, yeah she nursed me
Gave my spirit strength it burst free
And replenished my cup daily
Down through the years
My Sweet Mother never failed me
Held me close to her heart
As she taught me to aim high
Lifted me up
So I could reach and attain sky
And changed my lucky star
From what it was to what it is
Never enough time
To give praise for what she gives
Words of wisdom
She grants as natural as life's breath
Things to remember
When day turns and only night's left
Words like:
"Always give thanks
For the greatest of men is grateful"
And
"Pride can never reach
Where humility can take you"
The day begins and ends
With praise for God on high
Only He can keep you safe
From the evil that men try
And when they reach for your soul
Hoping that they can bend you
That's mama's spirit
Jumping right up to defend you

Chorus
Sweet moda'
I neva' forget you
The way you suffa' wey you suffa' for me-oh
Sweet Moda', oh-oh
Sweet Moda', oh-oh-oh

Verse 2
One two for the cool in you
We rock a
Three Four when you're hot for more
I give ya'
Five & six for the lyrical mix
DNA flip these scripts
With an African twist
Mi maami kɛ mi
"Kaa gyo yɛ kpataahyi min
Akɛ kɛ o gbeshi
Ma loo o twe kɛ ha bo ne oba nunii"
Hyi daa gbɛ ni 'in lushi
Mi maami eyii mi, lɛ lɛ
Ewo mi, ni e kɛ mi"kaa fo Nana D"
Now look at me
Grown man rock Accra to Trini
Still never met a woman as stellar as she
African Queen
That's who miss Ohenewa be
Praise Jah for all the greatness
That formed me Mommy
Lawd 'ave his mercy
Look who taught a boy to be bold
Black woman me treasure more dearly than gold
You know
The root where the tree keep his soul
Accept no substitute for the truth that she told
"Obanyansafo, wɔbu no bɛ, wɔnnka no asɛm"
For the child to grow wise
He must learn to listen
So hear den
No man's army
No riches
No pay
Could take my love for my mama away.

Chorus

Verse 3
Mama gives love
Like food for de soul
But who dries the tears
That her heart cannot hold
No, no
So let her sons and her daughters look home
To fight for Mama Afrika
And make her to Stop-stop
Stop-stop (2x)
And Mama no cry no more-oh

Repeat Chorus

Mama gives love
Like food for de soul
But who dries the tears
That her heart cannot hold
No, no
So let her sons and her daughters look home
To fight for Mama Afrika
So Mama no cry no

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