jodie jo' - black household lyrics
black household, yeah
black household, yeah
black household, yeah
the black household
get up in this crib kid
you gettin’ flies up in it
run that bath water, don’t fill it to the top
i got bills to pay
oh you need jordan’s to rock
i got bills to pay
you not employed so stop it
you see them floors need mopping
and them dishes is topplin’ out the sink
oh you too tired? you been snoring
since the clock hit
11:34 in the morning
you wake up to a bowl of
cinnamon toast while i’m feeling
the most torment
so no i can not make it to yo
tournament this weekend
i paid for them sneakers that
you squeak in, that should be enough
and i apologize i’m bein’ rough
but don’t you make it seem
like i don’t support yo tail
you see this roof you under
boy hush… i work a double shift
to cover this mortgage fee
so please boy don’t stress me out
i need my rest to wake at
4 o’clock tomorrow in the am
so take them complaints
and shove em’ back into you mouth
black household, yeah
black household, yeah
black household, yeah
the black household
why you moppin’ round my resident
get some ambition
you spend more time inside
my kitchen stead of getting
wisdom, now my intuition is
telling me you expecting me to pay tuition
if that’s the plan
failed mission, soon as you
graduate, adulthood will be
kickin’ it at yo throat
no more “mama can you
go and get some chicken” go and get yo own
and not to mention boy you grown now
if you can’t follow ground
rules you can go and get yo “home sweet home” door mat
and place it on yo porch
cause as of right now
you like a roach in my presence
all you do is eat my food
crawl around and hit dodge
and how you talm bout you
depressed, boy you ain’t even
get gone, boy i ain’t got the time for this
i got work come tomorrow in the am
so take them complaints
and run em’ back to the store
along with any other excuse
boy i work far too hard
for you to act as if i don’t do my part
black household
i try to please you
i tried it all but all you do is disagree, you
got me in awe, behind them
closed bedroom doors
you know little at all of what i go through mentally
ma i know you work a job
but can’t we struggle together
6 hours everyday up at that school yard
they teasin’ me, not to mention
at the boulevard the older cats
strip my pride and leave my soul black
and all i come home to is a bunch of
fussin’ cause my phones cracked
can’t even talk to you bout it
cause i’m too young to have issues
you was tellin’ me grow up
i was too young to fit them shoes
since age eleven, you pace
and you tell me bout yo 2 jobs
and how i ain’t this
and how i ain’t that
mama you bruise hard, but i swallow cause i
know it’s the pain it ain’t you
single mother, this is new to you
how could i blame you
my father died from heart disease
so to relieve the pain you
take your anger out on me for
all the days he played you
he was a deceitful, lying, cheater
paid the bills though
even hit you in yo face
we never missed a meal though
and i look just like my daddy so
i know deep down it k!lls you
but the lack of communication
in this family is real proof of
why we’ll never grow
and why we feel the need to prove authority
ma, i love you… yes i honor your
seniority but we can break the cycle
make the issue have an outro
by listening to each others problems
in this
black household, yeah
black household, yeah
black household, yeah
the black household
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