My mama was broken In her mother's womb No one would lift her A crib like a tomb What she was not given Was passed on to me So she became someone I had to carry They carry you You carry them You carry each other And the curse is broken My babies have witnessed A hungering day Their own broken father Their mother afraid Solomon had wisdom Paul had God's grace We just have our children Forgiving our ways They carry you You carry them You carry each other And the curse is broken Now this song poses problems For those left behind To world's underbelly With no mama in sight Some die in alleys With needle and spoon Some never die Just forever doomed But I pray I'm an answer To somebody's prayer To make somebody's curse My own load to bear They carry you You carry them You carry each other And the curse is broken