alot memories mama suffered from manic depression, beautiful lady stuck fighting her demands, always made the best with what she had rock a wig on em with a new bag we tour up matgomery ward we closed them project doors hated to see your son get board endless things I think you for Hawk, I'm glad you met him my step daddy was a blessing naturally strong human being that brother could do anything my ole man my pops had a problem with the bottle every laugh every good time it came with a swallow bout to burn the house down for some food to gobble use to get clean and rock that bruit, was about your loot, we kick it and smoke us a few, Ms. Jennifer was a blessing for you, was with you through and through held you down stayed true I think God for the good ole days