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.....
Copyright © Crystal Seals | Year Posted 2008
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