Mother Fashawn

[Intro]
(Yeah, uh, hit me!)
What Up, Ex?
Ayo I just wanna talk about something real quick
This one right here, it's kinda like- it's kinda like a love song, you know what I'm sayin?
It sorta hurts though
Bear with me... check it out

[Verse 1]
Raised three snotty-nosed kids on your own
We never had a house, we always had a home
At least when you were there, half the time you was gone
I tried to cook my own supper, burnt my hand on the stove
I had clothes, what I needed, but never what I wanted
First day of school I stunted, cause you went out and hunted
Got me the latest toy, and no matter how old I get
I'm still your baby boy, somehow you stayed employed
And never worked a 9-to-5, and never wondered why
Black queen, crack fiend, all the while you was high
Hardly ever wiped my tears, never let you see me cry
Not one man in the house, so that spot I occupied
How could I not acknowledge your work?
A Mason jar used to steal the dollars out of her purse
It breaks my heart to see you struggle with your addiction
And still I care for you
Despite all of the drama, I'll always be there for you