Girls Havin' Babies on Their Own - Solomon Childs

Yeah, come on

Cuz I could see it in you…

That’s right…

Cuz I could see it in you…

Word up… said I could see it in you…

You know, it’s all in your eyes, girl…

Now to the queens of the world, divine mothers of the world

Latina cover girls, the black pearls

Struggling for your kids, tryin' to be the best

Taking no shorts like Mae West, never would listen

What momma love would suggest, that you request

A partner in life, never putting you through so much stress

You holding down your foundation, all by yourself

Reminiscing from the pain that was once felt

From the fathers, who got they lives took

And the ones here, be everything in the book

From a bastard to a crook, reality be when he look

At the responsibility for the kids’ll get him shook

See girl, cuz it was fifty-fifty when you layed down

That was '75, 25 when it came around

Yeah… you know, you know…

It’s kinda real for them…

So many girls havin' babies on their own

To the kids, male figures is never known

Cuz it’s rough in this world, taking care of your homes

So many girls havin' babies on their own

So many girls havin' babies on their own

Stay strong, may your heart stay as hard as stone

Cuz it’s rough in this world, taking care of your home

Nowadays, so many girls havin' babies on their own

Respect due from New York to L.A., sophisticated females

Floating with the grace of a nightingale

Shining, sexy with your hairdo’s and painted nails

Exquisite, bringing magazines on the visit

Of The Source, the Black Tail, MB’s

Champion sweatsuits at wholesale

Struggling, the 9-to-5 to get ya man’s bail

At the crib with the kids waiting to exhale

Ladies on the real, you know the Killa Bamz kids

I’m tired of seeing young girls with tears

Struggling from the pain, thinking of the lies and the cheating

Going down, memory lane, never knowing what the man

Of your life, try’nna gain

Always in your face, yelling, predicate felon

Got the nerve to complain, to my queens, let me explain

Let me explain, let me explain, yeah… you know, come on

Arguments and sticking, Bob Marley was doing his bids

Homeboy, I know you think they dealing and greave

But like you, son, women got needs

Car notes and housedeeds, kids to feed

Brothers making promises after promises on how days gon' get better

Whether poor or rich, we gon' be together forever

But don’t cry, from the lies after lies

By the dozens, talking forever, messing with your cousins

I’m not hating, strictly stating

Breaking down the jewels I’ve written, Cover Girl you secondary

Remotes necessary, to represent and hold down ya world, miss thing

Miss thing, miss thing…

Ain’t nobody gonna do for you, like you gon' do for me…

Yeah…