O'hene Savant - Mama Don't Lie lyrics

Verse 1: My grandmother was a primadona And so my mother had to be Madonna In the pew praying hoping to see nirvana The real messiah spit fire on streets of Ghana Eatin' ca**ava and wache' Getting agape from those asantes My mama Ga adangbe name Sellasie I am the next pillar in the dynasty Happy Healer of youth I spit iller than you I am the stone that the builder refused My real dad is an enigma Left me with a stigma It became stigmata gave me my charisma Now I'm jottin' scriptures, with my mama's picture On my mirror because of her honest wisdom She told me 'bout the things that she never did Said I am the best thing she ever did Guess what? Hook: My mama don't lie to me Even though this world lied to me My mama don't lie to me Even though this world lied to me My mama don't lie to me Even though this world lied to me My mama don't lie to me Even though this world lied to me Verse 2: My mother was a saint to me in the darkest hour angel That came to me I remember Wilson Goode k**ing youth it was M.O.V.E She illustrated it in this picture that she drew I really hated it, it was vicious and was cruel Wished ill fate for them for their wickedness to M.O.V.E That was the day mom said "this the golden rule Never wish d**h on a man no matter what he do" I carry that to bury hatchets in the midst of madness Even though the world is full of wicked a**a**ins That was a early seed though I could barely see Later would evolve into me spiritually This is why, 'cause she wasn't good at kickin' lies And she spoke to you straight with the biggest eyes She told me things that she never did Said I was the best thing that she ever did Hook: My mama don't lie to me Even though this world lied to me My mama don't lie to me Even though this world lied to me My mama don't lie to me Even though this world lied to me My mama don't lie to me Even though this world lied to me Verse 3: My mother was a high court judge Prestigious preacher so I caught love Mixed with authority This what she taught to me Work hard and be true to God and his prophecy There would always be guests taking refuge In our home the family would accept you We were not separate from the ones desperate No matter what she made sure I remembered it I used to go to the court sit in her chamber Watched as she reviewed cases remained prayed up Part of the reason I create much, revolution music Instead of the same stuff Plus Them days fastings morning at the service, she used to smile At me as I played organ at church and it felt good Not too many things she never did I became the greatest thing that she ever did Hook: My mama don't lie to me Even though this world lied to me My mama don't lie to me Even though this world lied to me My mama don't lie to me Even though this world lied to me My mama don't lie to me Even though this world lied to me