Respect

Everyday was a life in its own misory. I pray to god,i got out of the pinatintory. I live my life and how its suppose to be. Cause momma never raised a thug cold hearted mentally. I feel like im the pressure of the tears she cries. But who i am,only god knows why,that im still close by. Everybody wants to know me,and thats when its time to bail. I get caught up,and probably end up shot up,and turned around straight to hail. Everybody i ever hurt,i needs to know the love. A young girl like me,still praying for the need above. My mom raised no fool,and i breath the air she do. JUst think god for my momma,and i love you