Z-ro - Miss My Mama lyrics

[Intro:] This goes out to the ladies that gave us life And everybody that lost a lady that gave them life My black queen, I miss you I love you baby..hmm Let me talk to her [Verse 1:] There'll never be another woman take your place And I swear I seen a peaceful smile on your face When I told you had the bills up, I payed them all Your only son, he's man now He got his bills up Pull that big Benz right in your driveway Sixteen you was looking at me sideways You watched these same streets swallow my pops up And I know I hurt your heart when I first got locked up You rode that big with me just like a soldier Stress in your eyes, you ain't have to say I told you I do it for the days momma, we ain't have nothing Got my weight up with my hatin And I'll be damn if we don't have some Ramen noodles and peanut bu*ter, that ain't life Seen you work all day and stress all night So I can have the betta things Look ma, the cheddar came No more eviction notice, all we see is better days October 10, 2010, got to lay up in the pen to talk to the Chaplain Looked me in the face and said son we need to pray Begged the lord not to see this day in this place My worst fear came to life till I heard you speak You laid up in the hospital and worried bout me Momma they say it's serious, she laughed at that Told me son I'm at peace, God got control of that That's my baby on my the phone standing strong for me Hung up and pa**ed away, just needed to hear me speak Then I swear I took the pain away, locked up a state away Looked in the clouds, all I see was your pretty face Heaven opened up, now my angel watching over With my daddy and my sister and my screwed up soldiers Give anything in this world just to bring ya back Got a princess on the way I guess you to blame for that Now my angel in sky, wish you could see me now Look how it is tall, he wanna be me now Man...I miss my momma Got the girls back and everyday they ask about you momma Give anything in this world to hug and kiss you momma No more pain, no more drama No more breathing machines and coughing all night Just spread your wings high..fly [Chorus:] Even with wack shirts and wack jeans, momma You always was my black queen, momma I finally understand for a woman it ain't easy trying to raise a man You always was my black queen, momma Much luv from your black king, momma Could nobody diss my momma Man, I miss my momma Tejon (I miss my momma) Tejon (I miss my momma) Tejon (Wish I could kiss my momma. man, damn, I miss my momma) Tejon (I miss my momma) [x2] Tejon (Wish I could kiss my momma. man, damn, I miss my momma) [Verse 2:] Mama, I only can remember what you look like And how your laugh sounded seem like you just took flight I was going to school and they told me I didn't have to go Who these people in my room and why my momma on the floor Wings wasn't even spread, but you still flew f** cancer, f** lupus, I wish I could k** you All I remember is my uncle going crazy Knocking pictures off the wall Keffer screaming f** no She gone and she ain't never coming back Joseph got me in school and they like what the f** is that? Joseph? yeah! I wish a mother f**er would Y'all ain't feeling like I am feeling in here Ain't no more feeling in here in my heart Milk and cookies that was the night before Not being told about takers putting her in the floor Shout out to auntie and my grandmother These are the last days it won't be long until I can see you again, mother Meanwhile everybody still dying I promise we trying to smile but everybody still crying If you say Ike cut down that's my homie heads, brother Tell them we still love them, that's from head and hands, mother d**h gotta be easy, cause life is a rubix cube I mean well, but seem like everything ruin my mood Uncle Hurks 64 now, he older than a mother f**er Wonder when Imma die, it's getting closer than a mother f**er I don't wanna go, but I can't stay I'm 37 years old already so I can't play Daddy got cancer now I'm scared to go and visit Yeah, I'm mad at him, but I know when I see him it's gonna hit it where it hurts Cause that's my mother f**er father Look, Imma be honest man, I ain't even seen my daughter Baby momma drama and sh** like that Mama if you was here you woulda warned a n***a bout that Wrote about me in the New York times Wish I could show you What's sad is if I would pa** you by the street I wouldn't know you I ain't even got a photograph That's the reason I be taking so many photographs Remember me when I'm gone like Joseph Shakur But I ain't trying to leave my gun, ain't in it's holster for sure It's gonna be standing in front of me letting loose like you supposed to When I go down I guess that's when I'mma get to know you [Chorus]