I was one of five born to my mother
An older sister and three young brothers
We´ve seen it hard, we´ve seen it kind of rough
But always with a smile, she was sure to try to hide
The fact from us that life was really tough
She was well known through the ghetto
Tricks would come and then they´d go
The neighbors would talk and call her Jezebel
But always with a smile, she was sure to try to hide
The fact from us that she was catching hell