It took 2 but through me came tha existence
of yu
my blood runs warm & full in ya veins
your pulse is my heart beat
when yu weep my soul bleeds
ultimatetly sacrificing my whole being so u
can have a better chance at life
i carried yu 4 9months in my womb
now u standin in front of me callin me every name in da book
& holdin a nine 2 my head more than ready 2 create my tomb
My child look in2 my eyez
tell me wat u see
iz it unprovoked hatred
u feel 4 me
or iz it
da teary eyez of me dat u see
4 im in mourning of da emotional
death of u my baby dat is also da death of me
can u see wat your pain is doin 2 me
im tryin da best i can n at first i thought dis
was a way 4 u 2 release ya ghetto frutrations
but now i begin 2 see ya acts are in retaliation
4 situations dat 2 u seem like u cant get out of
u may choose 2 reject tha 1 who carried u despite of
her life's pain
but know this
there's isnt a possible way 2 gain all the wealth in the world
dat love from a mother cant provide
so either hide in me
or put a bullet in me
meanin the death of part of u
so include in the eulogy:
"A mother's love can't be found in the streetz.
Only in me n now i realize
i could've loved her n conquered tha rain
with more sunny days simply by tellin her i loved her.
But i let tha circumstances of my life get inbetween
wat i've been searchin 4 all of my life...understanding
from someone who went through the same thing i did..."