Mama
By RD
Dear Mama
Your work was well done
Take that from your baby
Your first-born son
I bow my head humbly
To make amends with you
I apologize profusely
For all I put you through
I did not realize
I was unaware
I swear Mama
I wouldn’a took it there
When it came to loving me
You did what you felt was right
My anger and the streets
Blocked out your light
I couldn’t see
The man I was supposed to be
But through it all
You kept on loving me
No matter what is said
When all is said and done
Hold your head high, Mama
That’s from your hard-headed son
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Love this one, is a great tribute to your mom!