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Momma ..Said

HE'S ON HIS KNEES WITH HIS FACE ALL BUSTED UP. THE MEN IN THE STATE PEN JUMPED HIM ONCE AGAIN. NOW, HE SPENDS MOST OF HIS TIME PRAYING. THAT GOD WILL GIVE HIM SOME RELIEF FROM THE MEN IN THE DENIM JEANS...... HIS MOM RAN A TIGHT SHIFT. SHE PUT HIM OUT ON THE STREETS. FUSSING AND FIGHTING WAS SOMETHING HE LIKE TO DO.HIM AND HIS CREW. NOW, HE'S DOING A TWENTY YEAR BID. FOR SOMETHING ANOTHER KID DID. HAD HE LISTEN ONCE OR MAYBE TWICE.TAKE NO HEED TO WHAT MOM HAD TO SAY.I'LL DO IT MY WAY...... SAGGING PANTS AND SKIPING SCHOOL WAS THE THING TO DO.HANGING WITH THE CROWDS MADE HIM FEEL PROUD, BUT WHERE ARE THE CROWDS NOW? THAT YOU ARE DOING A TWENTY YEAR BID. PULLING UP YOUR PANTS IS WHAT YOU DO NOW. THINKING OF HOW YOU CAN KEEP THE MEN IN THE PRISON BLUES OFF YOU. YOUR EARS ARE OPEN NOW.REFLECTING UPON THE THINGS THAT MOMMA SAID.....

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