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Momma's Boy

It was 1977 Damon Latrell was born on April eleventh The first born son of my mom and dad But they didn't stay together, but life wasn't that bad A loving mother, always said to respect that jerk When all he would do is lie and hurt She would give her last for the happiness of her kids She would say she loved us, no matter what we did She was the one who taught me to pray, before I went to sleep at night She also said "You don't have to be what people call you, and words are no reason to fight" Any problem I had my mom was always there I learned to respect people , she taught me to be fair Just her alone and she raised us all fine I have to thank God for a mother like mine Call me a momma's boy, I wont get mad But what would you call me if I was anything like my dad?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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