Baby Girl

I can't put the pencil down and I don't know why Its funny, but as a youngster, I used to be pencil shy But since I've grown up, writing has become my Baby Girl My escape from this crazy, messed up world Every time I stop writing, something new comes to my mind And I am forced to pick up my notebook one more time It took me a while to appreciate this gift that God gave me Writing as if my words are the only things that can save me Take away this gift, and my sanity is gone Because writing my thoughts has helped me to hold on Baby Girl, you've grown so much since the day you were born And Mama has given you a special task to perform Go and tell this world about my struggle Let them know that your mama showed a little muscle And even though she felt like giving up, she never did She kept pushing forward even though the devil forbid Baby Girl, tell the world that your mama was a fighter And when I'm gone, make sure the world holds up a lighter