A Mother’s Prayer

Hush your mouth, mama's prayin'
And I want to hear every word she's sayin'
Oh she's in a room prayin' hard
And I I I I want to hear what
She is sayin' to god

My son is nine, Lord and he's on dope
My teenage daughter refuse to
Use water and soap
I tell my children something
And they talk back
Lord, what makes my children act like that?
I raise these children without a man
Somehow, Lord, they've gotten out of hand
I can't get work and watch 'em, too
So Lord, I'm turnin' my
Children over to you, yeah

Make these teachers do what
They'rе supposed to do
Don't let 'em givе my children grades
Just to pass 'em through
And that man that's sellin' all
That dope and stuff?
Let the police catch him and lock him up
Lord lock him up, Lord, huh

Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
This is a mother's prayer
Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
This is a mother's prayer
This is a mother's prayer
Praying for her children in a troubled world

Make these teachers do what
They're supposed to do
Don't let 'em give my children grades
Just to pass 'em through
And that man that's sellin' all
That dope and stuff?
Let the police catch him and
Lock him up, Lord, huh

This is a mother's prayer
This is a mother's prayer
Hey oh, this is a mother's prayer
Mother, pray on

This is a mother's prayer
Pray on, this is a mother's prayer
Mother, pray on this is a mother's prayer
Pray on, this is