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' cassava 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 killing 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 death 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 assassins
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