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You 'bout to make me slam yo' back clean outBut i luv her till death do us partThough she divorced my pop the hard wayBack in nineteen "yassey" for the past sixteen yearsI took on the responsibility of daddy...Ma ol' burd... puttin a real buzz in my ear, makin sho' it marinateAnd not go out the other earGuess who? stood beside me when y'all wouldn't force fed when ICouldn't lift a spoon to my skullGod is good, God is kind mimmicin' her taught me how to say mine ...Grace improvised wit bakin' soda when it wasn't no toothpasteNow what that went with?? my ol' burd cried tears of joyWhen she heard I wasn't gon' serve time for possessionOf the "sawed off" runnin' out of spursWhen I came home blowed and couldn't find the key hole, guess whoUnlocked the doors, my Ol' burd puttin' my hairs outI better eat before you bug me to deathShut-up you old ungrateful ass nigga, she trying to help yo' ass...I wasn't ready to eat yet but I enjoyed the dinner she said, "I'm glad"Slid down my esophagus wit ease, even though she have this skin disease,That won't allow me to gain weight do my own eyes deceive meGuess who tuck me in before I started drivin this BenzAgain & again, told me not to and when I did...Guess who beat the dog shit outta me kidMy Moma didn't play, shiiit, I had to pick the switches...You guess who!!!My Moma, destination unknown, went out on her ownShe was barely even grown and became my MomaI never knew my dad, so even when the times got badI was glad cause I had my MomaFor so long she had to be strongI know at certain times she was wrongBut she still my Moma, it still amazes meThe Lord had to help her raise me judging from the way I used to beMy Moma, the biggest player that I know I love her soHell everything I got I owe to my MomaThank you for caring, thank you for sharing yo' luvI guess that was yo' way of preparingYo' son to be the one and not the twoTo make you and my daddy's dream come trueBut what a surprise a car wreck left you paralyzedThe sheet was pulled over yo' eyes when the doctor advisedThe family that you might not ever talk againBut you talkin' so I know that you gon' walk againBut take yo time, guess who's the inspiration for the rhyme... My MomaWho was tha first to hold you in some armsTha first to change your diaper when your stomach wasn't calmYour Moma, wit that drama brought you into this worldFrom a world of down underI wonder now she know when I was lying, when I was telling the truthWith the proof she would explain how I've been skipping schoolWith that boys putting wholes on my back with the same beltAround my waist that held my panst upTakin' back only got you closer to Southern BellGot your forehead swellI swear she knew when it was real or when it was fake like ClampettsWith dreads and if I couldn't handle a situation then I fledBehind closed doors I froze, in Garnett holes I roseWho that hell got my bondStanding in front of that two-inch glassA woman ready to hand the cash over for her son...My Mama!!Sometimes we get it on, I know at times I'm wrongLookin' into my eyes just to let me know she tried is enough for meI'm callin' a truce it seems we more like brother and sisterEven though she pay the bills wit the misterBrought me home in '72 and gave me all she hadCause I was left at birth she knew it could workSince she gave me the first chance my song and dancePearl, my world, what would I do without her sparkProbably be on the street wit nothin' to eat but I got a happy homeEver since my first day it's heaven sent now I know What it's meant when I sayI appreciate what you've done and what you do your only son...Guess who???The only one that cares for real and really understands how I feelHelp me over come my fears and never left me through the yearsSo I dedicate this song for you, for all that you brought me throughI know there will never be another that will love me like my Mothermore