Dear Mama

When I was young me and my mama had beef
Six weeks old kicked out on the streets
Though back at the time, I never thought I'd see her face
Ain't a doggie alive that could take my mama's place
Suspended from school; and scared to go home, I was a fool
with the big hounds, breakin all the rules
I shed tears with my baby sister
Over the years we was poorer than the other little pups
And even though we had different daddies, the same drama
When things went wrong we'd blame mama
I reminice on the stress I caused, it was hell
Huggin on my mama from a pound cell
And who'd think in elementary?
Heeey! I see the penitentiary, one day
And runnin from the dog catcher, that's right
Mama catch me, put a whoopin to my backside
And even as a biscuit fiend, mama
You always was a black queen, mama
I finally understand
for a woman it ain't easy tryin to raise a man
You always was committed
A poor single mother on welfare, tell me how ya did it
There's no way I can pay you back
But the plan is to show you that I understand

You are appreciated

Lady... Don't cha know we love ya?
Sweet lady
Dear mama
Place no one above ya, sweet lady
You are appreciated
Don't cha know we love ya?

This is in honor of my mama, Queeny. She was a tough Schip and I miss her. Two years ago, she was carrying me in her tummy, and because of her, I'm able to write this stuff for you today. East New Mexico is a hard place to raise some pups, yo. Ain't no duck walk. (Hell...there ain't even water in that part of the desert). I'm getting a little homesick because these New Englanders don't know how to show no love all the time. But that's ok. My birthday is coming up, mama! I miss you! In the meantime, I'll show these East Coast Elitists how I hold it down...

Dear mama don't cry, Your baby boy's doin' good
Tell the homies I'm in heaven and it ain't got hoods...