All my childhood memories are all the sweet things you did for me .

And I appreciate, how you raised me   And all the extra love that you gave me

It feels good puttin money in your mailbox . I love payin rent when the rent's due

I hung around with the Thugs, and even though they sold drugs.

son to a mother

jail money drugs, and love

he could not have made it without his mother.

stressful reminiscing thinking

And mama made miracles every Thanksgiving But now the road got rough, you're alone

me and my mother had beef

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