latter to ma parents

listen... scoring for the win no one to heard champion speak noone to see ... lost when i was kid mom not here to see she already die look from the sky dad go away telling me some lies... never mind... i cant cry for goodbye ... now am grown dad i dont undersend u can see me if u want forget about this talk... but u can come here to talk,to walk you ar in Europe you ar not such a far you ar never see ma scars you never see me when am grown u dont know i record a songs u know i love basketball but u never see me how im doing pick and roll and u never see cuz im to old to runnig for ball now i most earn for food and bills do you still drink ugly beers fuck u... u even been there when sis and i been teens what u know about our dreams never been here... do u even remmember ma name fuck u dad u probably the same... mom i now u see your son i hope u praud cuz am king of ma town.. i been alone whan i was young what about now fast life have a price never safe but always looking nice look mom u can be praud on your son alive after all i done... never stop to luv and think about u still on grave wit rose am still saing dear mama in ma songz.. this is letter to ma parents.. now im grown man still in thesse street still dont have a peace and still the same... from kid to man... still same... dont want a fame this is not a game this is fucking letter... to ma perents... Aida Rest in peace i luv u and miss u so much i miss u every singl day so im pray u ma angel from sky miss you mom...