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mothers son
every-time I've tried to be a player
I've ended up being a slight lover,
I've had a weak heart, respected worth of a woman's heart
or maybe i just try too hard
to dress my mama with that much pride
hey i'm only giving her light back after guiding me thru this dark cold life
could spit about hoes and cars
but what names should our kids give to their worth wives
could talk about guns but how could a mother live with a life she carried nine months to take another ones life
i maybe be game to shine but i'm nowhere due to favor fame over life.
#stay real...act real...speak real
don't lose yourself.
I've ended up being a slight lover,
I've had a weak heart, respected worth of a woman's heart
or maybe i just try too hard
to dress my mama with that much pride
hey i'm only giving her light back after guiding me thru this dark cold life
could spit about hoes and cars
but what names should our kids give to their worth wives
could talk about guns but how could a mother live with a life she carried nine months to take another ones life
i maybe be game to shine but i'm nowhere due to favor fame over life.
#stay real...act real...speak real
don't lose yourself.
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