Fertility, health, strength, guidance, love      No matter which part you come from   No matter who you think you are   You could be a bad man from uptown   Or a wicked youth from Bermuda, no matter      When it comes to your mother   You're soft like over ripe plantain   Those who disrespect their mothers   Disrespect themselves      You can tell your brethren to fuck off   But you can't tell your mother   You love her, boy you're soft   Come now, how you so      How you sky larkin', so how you sleepin'   What happened to you? For you don't find   People spend enough time to make sure   You grow the right way, you'll find yourself in a jail cell   Next to all the rest of your friends, now go ahead