Momma took a lot of stuff to get where I'm at. Momma took a lot of hits and lived with a broken back. Momma still works like a dog, Momma walked through rain, and fought through fog, But trust me when I say still to this very day, even though I stand as a broken man, been knocked down more times than Mike Tyson. I'm not bulletproof or ten feet tall, but best believe, I'm as strong as a brick wall. I stomp around with pounding feet and Momma can always count on me. Til the day I die, with every waking breath I try. Pushers and pullers need to beware, when ever Momma needs me, I'll be there.