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Mommy had me in the backseat of a taxi.

she said she wish she never had me.

she would've given me up gladly.

But moms was mad cause my pops is never

there,

shyt it aint fair.

and even though she says these things I still

care.

I can't even bring myself to think bad about

my mother.

I love her,

I'll never place anyone above her.

My pops left when I was baby,

the thought of being alone drove my mom crazy.

working two jobs to make due,

"I'm doing all this for you, see I don't want us

to struggle,

I want better things for us, You're my son and

I love you"

Now that I'm older I understand,

my mom did it on her own and raised a good man.

I have to love and educate the life,

be a father to the child I procreate with my wife.

I have to love and cherish her  cause she's a woman.

the man is the head of the house, but the neck holds

the head.

with that said,

Love, Treasure, Honor and Respect your Womb-Man (woman)