Lovely to Me Immigrant Mother by Taiyo Na Lyrics
Verse One:
I got an immigrant mother, ain't no one like her
She struggle everyday so she's something like a fighter
See her on the streets carrying loads of groceries
See her on the streets carrying loads of broken dreams
It takes a whole lot to leave your homeland
And raise a few children with your own hands
She couldn't read well, but she could feed well
With a few hustles on the DL
Overworked, underpaid, so much my mother gave
It's through her, how I learned love is brave
Working to the evening, then cooking & cleaning
But they straight ignored her at school meetings
Straight dissin' her, cuz she speak with an accent
But under the accent is a heart full of passion
You went through the fire to be a mother to me
Thank you for being so lovely to me
Chorus:
You've been lovely to me
A dear mother to me
Like no other to me
Lovely to me, lovely to me
I got an immigrant mother (Lovely to me)
Immigrant mother (A dear mother to me)
Immigrant mother (Like no other to me)
Lovely to me, lovely to me
Verse Two:
She on the subway trying to learn English
Wishing for her son to be distinguished
There lots of things she don't know how to say
So immigrant mothers they know how to pray
But they ain't perfect, and that's what hurt me
They need some damn help when they all by themselves
Cuz they'll break down, see my mom was single
Raised us alone since we was real little
She worked her ass off, Man, I saw it every night
Passed out on the couch, I tucked her in tight
But working all the time will make a woman crazy
And compromise her time with her dear babies
She got lonely, so she fell for stupid men
Like alcoholics, and I felt ruined then
So I stepped up, said, Ma, you acting ugly
You deserve better cuz you so lovely
Chorus
Verse Three:
She smell like cumin, smell like garlic
Smell like adobo, smell like an artist
INS tests don't know nothing about this
About babies on your breasts and giving 'em happiness
About holding your own despite a broken home
She had no degree but she gave me poetry
Living through the struggle and giving cuz she loves you
I got an immigrant mother, I sing this cuz I'm humbled
Bridge:
She wakes up in the morning when the birds are loudest
Something about her feels like Mary
She needs strength just like anybody else
So when I see her in the kitchen I offer her my help
Chorus
I got an immigrant mother, ain't no one like her
She struggle everyday so she's something like a fighter
See her on the streets carrying loads of groceries
See her on the streets carrying loads of broken dreams
It takes a whole lot to leave your homeland
And raise a few children with your own hands
She couldn't read well, but she could feed well
With a few hustles on the DL
Overworked, underpaid, so much my mother gave
It's through her, how I learned love is brave
Working to the evening, then cooking & cleaning
But they straight ignored her at school meetings
Straight dissin' her, cuz she speak with an accent
But under the accent is a heart full of passion
You went through the fire to be a mother to me
Thank you for being so lovely to me
Chorus:
You've been lovely to me
A dear mother to me
Like no other to me
Lovely to me, lovely to me
I got an immigrant mother (Lovely to me)
Immigrant mother (A dear mother to me)
Immigrant mother (Like no other to me)
Lovely to me, lovely to me
Verse Two:
She on the subway trying to learn English
Wishing for her son to be distinguished
There lots of things she don't know how to say
So immigrant mothers they know how to pray
But they ain't perfect, and that's what hurt me
They need some damn help when they all by themselves
Cuz they'll break down, see my mom was single
Raised us alone since we was real little
She worked her ass off, Man, I saw it every night
Passed out on the couch, I tucked her in tight
But working all the time will make a woman crazy
And compromise her time with her dear babies
She got lonely, so she fell for stupid men
Like alcoholics, and I felt ruined then
So I stepped up, said, Ma, you acting ugly
You deserve better cuz you so lovely
Chorus
Verse Three:
She smell like cumin, smell like garlic
Smell like adobo, smell like an artist
INS tests don't know nothing about this
About babies on your breasts and giving 'em happiness
About holding your own despite a broken home
She had no degree but she gave me poetry
Living through the struggle and giving cuz she loves you
I got an immigrant mother, I sing this cuz I'm humbled
Bridge:
She wakes up in the morning when the birds are loudest
Something about her feels like Mary
She needs strength just like anybody else
So when I see her in the kitchen I offer her my help
Chorus