M.O.M. (Made It Out the Mud)

Momma had me at 14 shit I could've been an orphan
Could've ended up like Brenda's baby or I could've been aborted
Momma was a soldier momma didn't fold
Public housing we grew up in now that same home my momma own
Did my time my momma rode while the homies disappeared
All praise to the most high that a nigga persevered
Lil bro turned big bro while Im sitting on skid row
Every month I need new flicks just to watch my kid grow
Close friends they faded on me we was supposed to been kinfolk
Busy chasing my old hoes counted me out with no info
No court dates no jail mail no jail visitation
My circle tight and we stronger now so I guess that I should thank them
Tryed to put me under pressure turned into a diamond
Clarity is flawess now they see me shining
Down and out but I bounced back when alot of people doubted
Those same people they watching now guess its perfect timing



Credits
Writer(s): Jamaal Simmons
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