Forever Your Love (Feat. BJ The Chicago Kid)

When the day breaks, I display grace Through infinite takes, and heartbreaks The ground shakes, talks around race Through birth quakes, I keep my crown straight And bow face to you, it's salutations I hold you high, you brought me in creation You were patient with me dribblin' in the basement And said, "Where's your common sense, boo? Don't waste it" The pain that you had, it was hard to place it For my dad, I couldn't be a replacement I yearn for plates with catfish and collard greens You got me into school, off of Mama schemes I know I can lean, on you for anything Ain't have to want for nothing, you my everything They say we don't get to choose our mothers Somehow I know our souls chose each other [Chorus: BJ the Chicago Kid] Saint something, please protect this family Give cover, from the world's insanities I know you got a lot on your plate The stress is on a lot of your faith And no matter what's coming I will be there, I will be there [Verse 2: Common] Jesus walked across my lawn And told me you the mom I'm supposed to have Nobody in my life is as close as that If I'ma write you a song ain't no holdin' back Now, I wasn't raised in no cul-de-sac You said, "Stay in school," 'cause you ain't know I rap Teachin' me in moments I ain't know was class That's why every girl I go home with be showin' class When I show my ass, you gave me a whippin' The paradigm shifted and parentin' is different Black woman strength in search of vulnerability You did everything you could and did it willingly Instilled in me values of what a child do To say you my Ma, I'm ever so proud to You wrote me letters to get myself better I still cherish when we pray together That's a time I really feel the Lord I thank you for the your declarations and your vision board It hit a chord, when they rolled you into surgery Mama, you the sky and earth to me [Chorus: BJ the Chicago Kid] Saint something, please protect this family Give cover, from the world's insanities I know you got a lot on your plate The stress is on a lot of your faith And no matter what's coming I will be there, I will be there [Outro: BJ the Chicago Kid] Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah (Oh-oh) Ah, ah, oh, oh, ah, ah (Ooh-ooh-ooh) Ah, ah, ah, ah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah