Mama Songtext
von Brooklyn Funk Essentials

No one to teach me
Cricket, me angry
Blaming you insteada the absconder
Shared your love for him and the creator
Whose favorite son was also made to suffer

You hold di pliers like a kitchen utensil
As you try to fix mi little bicycle
Mi only source of family value
I wonder
If you know
How much I love you


Work all day, come home tired every evening
Still you never miss a PTA meeting
No one to teach me
Cricket, me angry
Couldn′t tell you bout my anger

Questioning the love of the creator
Seems like just another absent father
Remember how I try your patience?
But Jesus told the devil he should get hence

No one to teach me
Cricket, me angry
So me shatter half a dozen glass windows
Then you kneeled and ask from help from Jesus
On the wall with the bearded picture
Beside the photo of the hallowed absconder

Mama
I wonder
If you know
That you're my saviour