Big Mama of Skid Row

[HOOK x2 – Singing Style] Big Mama of Skid Row, angel in the war zone, Healin’ wounds with soul food, never had to stand alone. “Love is the Key,” she said it with her chest, Feedin’ lost soldiers while the system made a mess. [HOOK x2 – Singing Style] Big Mama of Skid Row, angel in the war zone, Healin’ wounds with soul food, never had to stand alone. “Love is the Key,” she said it with her chest, Feedin’ lost soldiers while the system made a mess. [VERSE 1 – Rap] In the jungle of the city where the pain don’t sleep, Big Mama plant seeds where the concrete weep. Foot clinic poppin’ off, feedin’ feet and pride, Skid Row healer with her spirit on ride. Her annual Spring Eventt, her legacy long, Daughter carryin’ the torch with that Big Mama strong. Ain’t no capes, no suits, just a heart of flame, Got crowned by the people, forget the fame. Walk the Talk, she the truth in flesh, Singin’ in the trenches while she cleanin’ up the mess. No Hollywood lights, just a holy grind, Turn trauma to a mission every single time. [HOOK x2 – Singing Style] Big Mama of Skid Row, angel in the war zone, Healin’ wounds with soul food, never had to stand alone. “Love is the Key,” she said it with her chest, Feedin’ lost soldiers while the system made a mess. [HOOK x2 – Singing Style] Big Mama of Skid Row, angel in the war zone, Healin’ wounds with soul food, never had to stand alone. “Love is the Key,” she said it with her chest, Feedin’ lost soldiers while the system made a mess. [VERSE 2 – Rap] Got gospel in her throat, fire in her stride, Music in the alley where the pain can’t hide. She a choir and a chef, got a warrior's flow, Turnin’ dope spots into love spots, though. Recognized by the real, not the crooked thrones, L.A. Poverty Dept put her name in stone. Mic in her grip, but her weapon is care, Cleanin’ dirty wounds while she braidin' your hair. No spotlight dreams, just community wins, Mama to the broken, forgiver of sins. OG heart with a frontline soul, Skid Row royalty, bold and cold. [HOOK x2 – Singing Style] Big Mama of Skid Row, angel in the war zone, Healin’ wounds with soul food, never had to stand alone. “Love is the Key,” she said it with her chest, Feedin’ lost soldiers while the system made a mess. [HOOK x2 – Singing Style] Big Mama of Skid Row, angel in the war zone, Healin’ wounds with soul food, never had to stand alone. “Love is the Key,” she said it with her chest, Feedin’ lost soldiers while the system made a mess. [VERSE 3 – Rap] No fame chase, just a mission to build, Out the ashes, she raise what the city tried to kill. Her Spring Event bloomed like a rose in a riot, Her and her daughter keep the peace on pilot. 16 years of that frontline smoke, With nothin’ but prayers, pots, and hope. Big Mama gospel, ain't no gimmick, She a legend, not a meme — she really live it. Watch her on Skid Row Talkz, get schooled, Streetwise, sanctified, certified cool. From pain she rose, still walkin’ that road, Big Mama of Skid Row, heavy with the c