Mama's Tears

Verse 1

I remember cold nights, hear the rain on the roof,

Mama cried in the kitchen, praying somebody knew the truth.

Bills on the table, eviction letters by the door,

She was working double shifts, still we always needed more.

I was young, full of anger, full of pride, full of doubt,

Trying to be a man before I even figured life out.

Saw my homies chasing money, saw my homies chasing fame,

Saw the good ones disappear and never come back the same.

Now I'm staring at the mirror seeing pain inside my face,

Trying to run from my past but it keep winning every race.

Every scar tell a story, every wound got a name,

Every lesson came expensive, every victory came with pain.

Hook

Mama don't cry, I know the road was rough,

You gave your whole life when the world wasn't enough.

And every tear that fell still echo through the years,

I'm still standing on the strength of Mama's tears.

Mama don't cry, I know the nights were long,

You taught me how to fight when everything went wrong.

And if Heaven got a phone, I hope you're hearing this,

Everything I am today started with your kiss.

Verse 2

Lost my brother to the streets, lost my cousin to a cell,

Lost a piece of my heart every time somebody fell.

We was kids with big dreams in a neighborhood of stress,

Trying to find a little peace in a city full of mess.

Grandma said "keep faith," even when it's getting dark,

Cause a little bit of light can start a fire from a spark.

Now I carry all their memories every step that I take,

Cause the dead only die when we forget what they gave.

Sometimes I hear their voices when I'm driving late at night,

Telling me to keep pushing, keep believing, keep the fight.

So I'm writing these confessions, putting pain into these lines,

Trying to heal a broken soul one rhyme at a time.

Hook

Mama don't cry, I know the road was rough,

You gave your whole life when the world wasn't enough.

And every tear that fell still echo through the years,

I'm still standing on the strength of Mama's tears.

Verse 3

If tomorrow never comes, tell my people I was real,

Tell them every word I wrote came directly from the feel.

I ain't claiming I'm a saint, I made mistakes along the way,

But I learned the deepest wisdom comes from surviving every day.

For the single mothers struggling, for the kids without a chance,

For the dreamers in the darkness still believing in advance.

This is bigger than a song, it's a letter from the heart,

For everybody holding pain but still choosing not to fall apart.

Outro

And when the world gets cold,

I still remember what she said:

"Keep your head high, baby...

Even when your heart feels dead."