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A Mother's Cry


All you niggas are my sons... & I have failed you.
Should've kicked you out the nest but instead I cradled you.
I should've taught you responsibility but instead I took care of you.
I should've programmed your mind, so the streets couldn't brainwash you.
I taught you about life and how to survive,
tell me what exactly is it do y'all feel you were deprived?
I did things the way I did because of the choices I made.
Who are you or the streets to be throwing my parenting shade?
My primary function was to provide for you not the other way around.
You came from me that is why I'm ashamed of your choices now.
I did what I had to do for the consequences of my actions.
I gave you life but the streets want to use you for their own satisfaction.
They got you thinking they fathered you.
Did the streets do a DNA because I don't recall being they're boo.
I fed you from my bosom to ensure you ate,
when were the streets ever in a kitchen fixing you a plate?
The ONLY struggle I had was raising a man
only because as a woman it is certain things you must do
that I can't even begin to comprehend.
I clothed you even if it wasn't name brand.
You are a prince why put you in clothes carrying someone else's name?
You are an individual why should you & everyone else look the same?
A man makes the suit, the suit doesn't make the man.
How can you tell me, your mother the streets are your fam?
I pushed you out my body.
I taught you how to walk and how to speak properly,
I did it alone the streets weren't beside me.
Yet you let them in your life but won't forgive your father?
If he owes you, then the streets owe me.
I want MY CHILD BACK, return him please.

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