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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