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