All I wanted when I heard my first cry was to enjoy my life
The pushing around everyday got me doubting me life.

Looking out to the opportunity beneath my feet that I can't reach
Mama said son all this opportunities in front of you might not be real.

Different voices in my head making me doubt my head space
A caring voice in my corner making me cling to my comfort space.

A scolding mother is still the woman who never got tired of who you are destined to be.