Momma taught me how to spit game and hustle, rebuild from the rubble, write my name and tie my shoes and survive through the struggle. Live life as much as I can, how to get down for the fam, caught her cryin on my 14th birthday cause her baby was becoming a man. she said, its ok to cry let it out when it starts to hurt inside, everything will be o.k when its my turn to die. guess I gotta learn to let my little birdies learn to fly. Youll always be my baby even when youre 95.
Posted on: Thu, 26 Jun 2014 06:23:02 +0000
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