When I was young me and my mama had beef. Seventeen years old kicked out on the streets. Though back at the time, I never thought I'd see her face. Ain't a woman alive that could take my mama's place. Suspended from school & scared to go home, I was a fool with the big boys, breaking all the rules. I shed tears with my baby sister. Over the years we was poorer than the other little kids & even though we had different daddy's, the same drama. When things . I reminisce on the stress I caused, it was hell. Hugging on my mama from a jail cell & who'd think in elementary? Hey, I see the penitentiary, one day & running from the police, that's right. Mama catch me, put a whooping to my backside & even as a crack fiend, mama. You always was a black queen, mama. I finally understand for a woman it ain't easy trying to raise a man. You always was committed. A poor single mother on welfare, tell me how ya did it. There's no way I can pay you back but the plan is to show you that I understand
2006-08-22
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