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Single Mother

See the thing with growing up with a single mother

I had to learn how to be a man by her and my older brother

But if I didn't have that strong woman

I don't know where I would be

Honestly,

She the one who pushed me to be me

The me that I wanted to be

Telling me I can do whatever

I dreamed

Yet still punishing me

A woman like that is an astonishing thing

Something you don't find often

But I got her

And I know she's a blessing

Because everybody don't have

A mother who cares

And a mother whose there

Even when I had nothing

Not even for my stomach

I had my mother

And she had more love for me

Than I could stomach

More advice than I could bother to hear

She could make any pain disappear

But she also got a side

That you never want to to hear

But she's my mom

So I always hold her near....

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