this a keystyle i wrote.....To:mom

i'm doin ok an stop slangin them rockz/
cuz i realized how i hurt u those nights when you got calls from cops/
i realized those tears running down yo eyes wasn't even close to tha pain inside/
for you i stop bustin bullets at niggaz an commin home so blowed bloodshot was color of my eyes/
all i wanted to do was take dadz place cuz he neva did provide/
it wasn't yo boyfreind it was my money i snuck in yo purse at night/
o by tha way how my lil brotha doin i hope he still not a dad cuz when he was only 6 when he was talkin bout hoez he screwin/
teach him tha right path he should be choosing/
cuz if he stay on streets those bullets will hit him like a nuclear fusion/
an i'm not mad at your choice to kick me out/
i know when i got to deep in tha game it was like baseball u had to strike me out/
did u ever picture me being succesful cuz at early age i had a foul mouth(cursed a lot)/
who ever knew a a young 16 yr ol stl boi would get signed to a label down south/(i still can't lol)
i know uncle greg so before he ask tell him on tha record i'll give him a shot out/
an since i found rap my trails an tribulations wound out/

Love,
Zack aka STeaDY V.A