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Through My Mother's Eyes

(dedicated to my mother)

It's gonna be a long day...yeh i got paid
Despite the money that i made, i got bills on their way
I ain't feelin to play... on my own i got to stand
No deals into play ... and there ain't no helpin hand
Fuck destiny's child i was always holding mines
From my youth to the present and i'm reachin golden times
I step into the home i raised ... my heart grows calm
My youngest son looks up and greets his mum with open arms
I'm proud, on my own, i raised boys into men
Strong enough to never need another to depend on
Been on a rollercoaster of emotions
But i've risen to my height through my years of devotion
My 5 number ones kept me strong over the years
Fulfillin my seeds' needs leaves space for no fears
My technique's impeccible ... not to say revered
But others measure their's against my style
But time of raising's done now i'll take a while
To enjoy my later life with a smile and a sigh
And think to myself how these years flew by
In a blurr the past 3 decades have elapsed
I prefer the quiet of a grown household perhaps
But i still remember all the pit-a-pats
Tiny feet run beneath my line of vision
I look at my lil troop, they're my division
My finely tuned family unit, of whom i'm proud
Who knew now, we'd make it through the clouds
And on the other side, where forever sun shines
Where I rest, now i've paid my dues and done mine
Now my boys have grown, and they're following my steps
I rest on my own, knowing i've done my best

“Through My Mother’s Eyes”
By: Drastic

“Reminiscin’ the days sittin at sharing and carin’,
Can goods and rice and all the people be starin,
Visions and recognition, roaches all in the kitchen,
All the times that I pray I assumed he would listen,
Kids wearin hand-me-down clothes, Wearin shoes with no soles,
Stugglin everyday but only our father knows,
About tha pain deep inside, So many emothions to hide,
Hitch-hiking to work everyday but never finding a ride,
Holidays passin by, I’m never passin out presents,
Livin life in the ghetto, there wasn’t a day that was pleasant,
Life got harder and harder, Buyin all my kids starter,
Shedding tears everynight, no food for my sons or daughters,
My childrens tears steady rollin, I know they feelin tha pain,
Every night they all hopin, that we wont sleep in tha rain,
Eatin food out of cans, no silverware we’d use our hands,
I have welfare and stamps, I’m doin all that I can,
Everyday is a battle, every month we would move,
Knockin door to door, beggin people for food,
I’m scrapin for change, I’m digging deep in my pouch,
Goin to my bestfriends house, just to search through her couch,
Always been by myself, never had no ones help,
I’d never wish on someone else, All the pain that I felt,
Imagine digging through trash, just to find ya kids gifts,
Makin minimum wage, and no one givin me shifts,
I’m pregnant again, I’ts a gift my savior,
But now heaven im in, cuz I passed while in labor,
Kids I hope you tha best, Though I know you still struggle,
Just keep your eyes on the skies, and know your mother still loves you.”


*Drastic Thoughts*

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