Momma,
I understand.
Mama I wana tell you that i GET IT!
I know why you told me not to keep certain friends
I even get those days you wouldn't send my phone credit!
I know.
I now know that you've dealt with all "my people" before
I know you've heard all the lies I've been told
and for me you only wanted more.
I know you didn't want my mistakes to be like yours
and dear mama thank you for fighting those wars!
but mama this isn't a piece to tell you how much you mean to me,
For that, pretty girl I've planned MUCH more
T.S.
Sep 10, 2013
Sep 10, 2013 at 9:59 PM UTC
Momma,
I understand.
Mama I wana tell you that i GET IT!
I know why you told me not to keep certain friends
I even get those days you wouldn't send my phone credit!
I know.
I now know that you've dealt with all "my people" before
I know you've heard all the lies I've been told
and for me you only wanted more.
I know you didn't want my mistakes to be like yours
and dear mama thank you for fighting those wars!
but mama this isn't a piece to tell you how much you mean to me,
For that, pretty girl I've planned MUCH more
T.S.
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