L.A.C - Diary of a Mad Black Rapper

Letter To Mama (Skit)

Dear Mama
I remember coming up
You use to tell me
How much I look
And act just like my father
I also remember growing up
You being my mother
And my father
I wanna thank you
For trying your best
To raise me into a man
You are the reason
I strive to be the type of dad
To my kids that I never had
I wanna thank you for teaching me that
You don't always have to prove yourself
To prove yourself

And to my brother Jamarcus
I promise to protect you
Until I'm laid to rest
And Ian tired yet
Now that my eyes are open
And the light is shining
Just a lil bit brighter
It ain't that hard to understand
What you meant by
Fake friends & Family acting like we ain't keen

From you
I learned to be by myself
Do it for self
If I don't do it for nobody else
Stand my ground
Protect myself
By any means
Because Lord knows
I'd hate to see my mama grieve
I love you Ma
Aka Skippy
Richboy

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