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Blessed To Be Your Son
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Poems of a Liberty City Native Hey, momma
In my book,
You’re number one,
You still accept me,
After all the bad I’ve done.
Oh, momma,
I love you so much
For everything you’ve done,
That’s why I say
I’m blessed to be your son.
Blessed to be your son…
Thank you, momma.
I know that raising me
Wasn’t all so easy,
Always at my aide saving me
Nothing was breezy;
But I want to apologize
For making moment so hard
Never did I recognize
So much I tore your world apart
With things I said and did
I’m sorry for being such a bad kid.
Blessed to be your son…
Thank you, momma.
Hey, momma
In my book,
You’re number one,
You still accept me,
After all the bad I’ve done.
Oh, momma,
I love you so much
For everything you’ve done,
That’s why I say
I’m blessed to be your son.
Blessed to be your son…
Thank you, momma.
Always willing to feed
You would give only and last,
It amazes how much I need
To be strong like you, steadfast;
Because I want my son to see me
The way that I look up to you,
Such an angel in a world so greedy
You loved me after all I put you through.
Blessed to be your son…
Thank you, momma.
Hey, momma
In my book,
You’re number one,
You still accept me,
After all the bad I’ve done.
Oh, momma,
I love you so much
For everything you’ve done,
That’s why I say
I’m blessed to be your son.
