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Dear Mama

In the style of

2 Pac

Lyrics

you are appreciated
when i was young me
and my mama had beef
seventeen years
old kicked

out on the streets
though back
at the time

i never thought
i'd see her face
ain't a woman
alive that

could take my
mama's place
suspended from
school and

scared to go home
i was a fool
with the big
boys breakin

all the rules
i shed tears with
my baby sister

over the years
we was poorer
than the other
little kids

and even though
we had different
daddy's the same
drama

when things went
wrong we'd blame mama
i reminisce on the stress
i caused it was hell

huggin on my mama
from a jail cell
and who'd think
in elementary

hey i'd see the
penitentiary one day
and runnin from
the police that's right

mama catch me put a
whoopin to my backside
and even as a
crack 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

don'tcha know we
love ya sweet lady
place no one above
ya sweet lady

don'tcha know
we love ya

now ain't nobody
tell us it was fair
no love from my
daddy cause

the coward
wasn't there
he passed away
and i didn't

cry cause my anger
wouldn't let me feel
for a stranger

they say i'm wrong
and i'm
heartless but all
along

i was lookin for a
father he was gone
i hung around with
the thugs and

even though they
sold drugs
they showed a young
brother love

i moved out and
started really hangin
i needed money of my
own so i started slangin

i ain't guilty cause even
though i sell rocks
it feels good puttin
money in your mailbox

i love payin rent when
the rent's due
i hope ya got
the diamond

necklace that
i sent to you
cause when i was low
you was there for me

and never left me alone
because you cared for me
and i could see you comin
home after work late

you're in the kitchen
tryin to fix us a hot plate
ya just workin with the
scraps you was given

and mama made miracles
every thanksgivin
but now the road got
rough you're alone

you're tryin to raise two
bad kids on your own
and there's no way
i can pay you back

but my plan is to show
you that i understand
you are appreciated

don'tcha know we
love ya sweet lady
place no one above
ya sweet lady

don'tcha know
we love ya

pour out some liquor
and i reminisce
cause through
the drama

i can always depend
on my mama
and when it seems
that i'm hopeless

you say the words that
can get me back in focus
when i was sick
as a little kid

to keep me happy
there's
no limit to the things
you did

and all my
childhood memories
are full of all
the sweet

things you did for me
and even though
i act crazy

i gotta thank the lord
that you made me
there are no words that
can express how i feel

you never kept a secret
always stayed real
and i appreciate
how you raised me

and all the extra love
that you gave me
i wish i could take
the pain away

if you can make it
through the
night there's
a brighter day

everything will be
alright if ya hold on
it's a struggle everyday
gotta roll on

and there's no way
i can pay you back
but my plan is to show
you that i understand
you are appreciated

don'tcha know we
love ya sweet lady
place no one above
ya sweet lady

don'tcha know
we love ya
sweet lady
lady lady lady

Details

• Duration : 4:46
• Key : Bbm
• Genre : R&B/Hip-Hop
• Year released : 1995
• Language : English

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