My house used to be full of all the things I see
Sleepless nights in a night job
If you don't go out in the streets, you won't find food
I hear you cry all night long
I used to cry when you were crying through my eyes
But as I dream, I pray right
In the dark, I pray that you show me the light
I hear you're hustling now
Mama, I hear you're stopping struggling now
Tell us to keep your pot bubbling now
Lift me overseas, I'm sending money in now