pain we face
by the choices we make mother will ache can you imagine the pain she face life is a hard for a mother who barely making thru the struggle son grows up to become a hustler hungry for the paper just to make life greater I rather see you smile now then later now that I'm grown you can rest now I carry you home watch my turn up in my zone sending coast to coast while I'm in the studio blowing some smoke I can only imagine the pain she feel when her child been kill a child that she fought to provide for carry on her back thru the storm work day and night to make sure her child was warm now she have to face the fact her child is gone by the choices we make mother will ache can you imagine the pain a mother have to face can you only imagine sitting in the kitchen watching you mother doing the dishes crying out her soul praying to the heavens to take control cause the pain she feeling is to strong just to ease the pain she smoke some green reminiscent on the memory hoping the person who did it getting put down for her misery as her other children running the street trying to ease there pain the family in up not being the same by the choice we make mother will ache can you only imagine the pain a mother will face
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by the choices we make mother will ache can you imagine the pain she face life is a hard for a mother who barely making thru the struggle son grows up to become a hustler hungry for the paper just to make life greater I rather see you smile now then later now that I'm grown you can rest now I carry you home watch my turn up in my zone sending coast to coast while I'm in the studio blowing some smoke I can only imagine the pain she feel when her child been kill a child that she fought to provide for carry on her back thru the storm work day and night to make sure her child was warm now she have to face the fact her child is gone by the choices we make mother will ache can you imagine the pain a mother have to face can you only imagine sitting in the kitchen watching you mother doing the dishes crying out her soul praying to the heavens to take control cause the pain she feeling is to strong just to ease the pain she smoke some green reminiscent on the memory hoping the person who did it getting put down for her misery as her other children running the street trying to ease there pain the family in up not being the same by the choice we make mother will ache can you only imagine the pain a mother will face
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