When i was a boy my momma told me that im the spitting image of my father. Unforgiving farther down the line couple years still no sunshine moms still in hospitals now how could it be that these chronicles never die? Now i aint writing this to dis you momma but simply to say i miss you and i love you and no matter how many times i stood above you while you lay in a hospital sick taking care of you my heart breaking everytime i had to call an ambulance fear of losing you but you thought i was opposing you. Time slowly composing the tale decomposing your health till it took you away from us. A crime so unjust whyd you have to leave when we needed you but your sickness just depleated you incompleting you defeating you. Taking you from us. On this dawn im awaking missing you. Memories from when i was adolescent non too pleasant mom always sick and dad whos a prick slowly staking like bricks to make me who i am today but i must say that im not him mom in fact i kicked his ass for the things he did to us in the passed. And i am not you im me my mothers son though youll never believe me so whatever. Im sick in the head from this passed that harassed my brain and drove me insane and quietly my anger grew till now im someone not even i knew, depression beating me into submission taking what i had left in my heart ruining my relationships. But i guess its time to quite goodbye mamma i love you i wrote this for you to tell that through everything i still loved you.