dear mamma

I remember growing up I was lost for a while feeling like a rotten and forgotten ghetto child Mama really Loved us but I ain't seen her in a while I can't even lie there were times when she was wrong but she could never see it she was busy being strong we were both so stubborn i forgot that she had loved me I'm sure you never think that words could ever hurt but the shit we used to say was! hateful and absurd I adored my mamma God why it gotta be like that we were always so close most my childhood years I remember bedtime she would tell me all her plans and I'd wipe away her tears after fighting with my pops then we'd both close our eyes and send our prayes up to god I aint mad ya Mama it don't even matter now when I look back at it man you held that shit down I can't 1help but being proud we was all so young acting a fool running wild and acting dumb a buncha bad ass kids doing bad ass shit in and out whatever house that we called home at the time it didn't even matter as long as we high and we was all together we all went along for the ride we thought it last forever till you grown then you know yeah thats just a lie but one thing is for sure it ain't home unless my momma live inside even if she living in grandpa's little shack she'll always be a queen in my eye yeah I hope she remember that!!! but I cant but looking back and remember thinking how the fuck we supposed to make it and how ya shit supposed to be when we ain't got norro home and we don't got no daddy and zw ed living in the street o