Dear mama you know my heart never left home
even though that I’m grown with a child of my own now
Mama I’m still your baby boy ..
when i aint have no toys you what gave me joy
Ma you really played your part well
from infant to manhood, from school to jail
And then when my  pamper was soiled, number 13 out fifteen kids I can’t be spoiled
This is just words of encouragement to my guardian angel that was heaven sent 
Ma, I remember you and papa fights banging around at night, you saying i gotta get right 
And how you worked on your sick bed, crocheting,making blankets and bed spreads
In the kitchen slaving over hot stoves and em 
Me and my older brother share the same clothes and em
I remember when you use to say, if i ever go to jail that’s where i’m going to stay
but em, you was at every court date with the bible in your hand trying to preach me straight
and i just want to tell you thanks
Your baby boy came up and i’m holding rank 
and I know, aint no dollar sign can pay for your bother, but I just wanna tell you that I love you Barbara. 

Mother you know you mean the world to me, can’t picture living my life without my 
Mother you’re everything I dream to be there’s no way that I can ever forget my Mother
Mother so anything left to say I hold it in my heart, they be telling me let it go 
So i’m stuck painting this picture of my Family Portrait. 

I’m like Eddie Griffen with dysfunction family, my nieces and nephews I love em that’ my family
And they loving the kiddo plus the fact that I’m rapping always helps me a little 
‘cause I remember the days of runnin a stray,  running the trays thinking of ways to get paid 
But all I got was days in court, nights in systems, shot the whole week and i’m with em
It’s funny now they show me they bundles while we doin plays station and they calling me Uncle 
So i tell em about street life how i knew it, we talk about music, they say they love how i do it
I don’t judge em I love em, fuck with em, i’ll put something hot in anybody for either one of em, ya heard
Little soldier was poppin today, i still recall the first time i laid eyes on your face
your mama brought you into this world, i’m not gonna like i was glad my first born was a baby boy and not a girl 
Now yellow one kicks in the jersey, eyes red from the purple and hershie 
Hasheem’s on the football team, Ella may’s only 2 but her attitudes mean 
Jahari he’s the king of the throne, and me i’m el a mean, and i’m Brooklyn’s own

Mother you know you mean the world to me, can’t picture living my life without my 
Mother you’re everything I dream to be there’s no way that I can ever forget my Mother
Mother so anything left to say I hold it in my heart, they be telling me let it go 
So i’m stuck painting this picture of my Family Portrait.


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