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PERFORMING ARTISTS
JABARI
JABARI
Performer
BJ the Chicago Kid
BJ the Chicago Kid
Performer
Tone Stith
Tone Stith
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bruce Andre Hawes
Bruce Andre Hawes
Songwriter
Charles W Simmons
Charles W Simmons
Songwriter
Joe Sample
Joe Sample
Songwriter
Joseph B. Jefferson
Joseph B. Jefferson
Songwriter
Tony D Pizarro
Tony D Pizarro
Songwriter
Tupac Amaru Shakur
Tupac Amaru Shakur
Songwriter
Bryson Camper
Bryson Camper
Arranger
Jabari Johnson
Jabari Johnson
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bryson Camper
Bryson Camper
Mixing Engineer
Greg Eliason
Greg Eliason
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

You are appreciated
Oooooh
When I was young, me and my mama had beef
Seventeen years old, kicked out on the streets
Though back at the time I never thought I'd see her face
Ain't a woman alive that could take my mama's place
Suspended from school, and scared to go home
I was a fool, with the big boys breakin' all the rules
I shed tears with my baby sister, over the years
We was poorer than the other little kids
And even though we had different daddies,
The same drama
When things went wrong we'd blame Mama
I reminisce on the stress I caused, it was hell
Huggin' on my mama from a jail cell
And who'd think in elementary
Hey
I'd see the penitentiary one day?
Runnin' from the police, that's right
Mama catch me, put a whoopin' to my backside
And even as a crack fiend, Mama
You always was a black queen
(Mama)
I finally understand
It ain't easy tryin' to raise a man
Oooh you always was committed
A poor single mother on welfare
(Tell me how you did it)
There's no way I can pay you back but the plan is to show you that I understand
You are appreciated
Lady, don't you know we love ya?
Sweet lady
(Dear Mama)
Place no one above ya
Sweet lady
(You are appreciated)
Don't you know we love ya?
Now, ain't nobody tell us it was fair
No love for my daddy, 'cause the coward wasn't there
He passed away and I didn't cry
'Cause my anger wouldn't let me feel for a stranger
They say I'm wrong, I'm heartless, but all along
I was lookin' for a father, he was gone
I hung around with the thugs, and even though they sold drugs
They showed a young brother love
I moved out, started really hangin'
I needed money of my own, so I started slangin'
I ain't guilty, 'cause even though I sell rocks
It feels good puttin' money in your mailbox
I love payin' rent when the rent is due
I hope you got the diamond necklace that I sent to you
'Cause when I was low you was there for me
You never left me alone, because you cared for me
And I could see you comin' home after work late
In the kitchen, tryin' to fix us a hot plate
Just workin' with the scraps you was given
And Mama made miracles every Thanksgivin'
But now the road got rough, you're alone
You're tryin' to raise two bad kids on your own
There's no way I can pay you back
But my plan is to show you that I understand
You are appreciated
Lady, don't you know we love ya?
Sweet lady
(Dear Mama)
(Don’t you know)
Place no one above ya
(Don’t you know)
Sweet lady
(You are appreciated)
Don't you know we love ya?
Sweet lady, don't you know we love ya?
(Tell me what kind of woman)
Sweet lady
(That can take a baby boy and raise a man)
Place no one above ya
(I appreciate the way that you care, how you’ve always been there)
Sweet lady
(Sweet lady)
Don't you know we love you?
Written by: Bruce Andre Hawes, Charles W Simmons, Joe Sample, Joseph B. Jefferson, Tony D Pizarro, Tupac Amaru Shakur
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