Each and every day I thank God for my momma
For making her strong in spite of all the drama
Because, whenever am wrong she makes me feel right
When am stuck in the dark she shows me the light
I was like a slave but her love set me free
When am filled with hatred she's on a loving spree
Even though I was blind, her affection made me see
And am proud to say 'am the honey produced in the hive of her bee'