Me and momma never really had much help,
She would work days and nights to provide,
While I stayed at home looking after myself,
Reassuring that I always stayed inside.

When I was six, I told her that I hated her,
She didn't shed a tear or get angry,
She said "I won't ever be a back patter,
But we are blood and that's family".

When I was six, a year after fathers death,
She cried at nights and I would bring her tissues,
Not really sure if I understood myself in depth,
I just knew that that's what you bring people with issues.

When I was six, she said once more without a bush to beat
'I won't ever be a back patter,
But you will be able to stand on your two feet,
and life will remain easier."

"We only have each other in this life,
And that means at times you have to be tough,
And you aren't a kid, you'll be a man for life,
So all I can give you is an open door when things get rough".

I think ever since I was a kid, ever since then,
My fathers funeral was the only one I was ever weak at,
So as time passes I do cry now and again,
But I am a man who never felt weak no matter where I sat.