Title: W.I. Philosophi
Artist: Kardinal Offishall
Composer(s): Jason Harrow
Lyric:
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
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