@crusader boss,
oh em qee dis site wen dwn hill since i left!!!! yall niggaz really dink you knw hw it feel ta b in da cold world..u hav no idea hw it feels ta b gang bangen n goin thru life wit a mom who wus nvr therr and a father who tried his best but had a alcohol problem!! ima tell u a lil sum about me and my life wit out my mom..me and my sister and my babyboii..u aint felt hurt untill u done gone thru it!!
What's up HomeGirl, Billie, or do you prefer BITCH.
Moms out of the question since you were nvr ther fa shiit.
So pick your title please,
HomeGirl, Billie, or Bitch or we can keep it interesting and i can call you all three.
Anyways, lets skip the small talk and cut to the chase,
so little time to chat but got much to say.
I've been waiting on this moment I've been dying for this day. To get this **** off my chest and watch the pain go away. I'm giving it cut and dry straight from the heart, About as real as it gets. Right here is where it starts.
MY letter to a mother who didn't bother.
I could never understand how a woman could just up and leave her own flesh and blood like that
with all the money, food and clothes while she throws her kids on da street like a bumb holdn a hat..beggn fa money.
Excuse me for asking but what kid of woman dose that. Not a woman at all just a coward with no heart.
A mother who didn't bother with happy birthday cards or merry christmas calls.
I remember those nights when you would beat on me so fuckin bad you often left bloody silhouettes on the living room walls.
"Quit Hurtin ME" those weren't voices in your head
but despite the cries from your children who saw every ******* thing that you did.
Even as im grown i can't escape the screams
"Please somebody help this woman is going to kill me."
The sounds are horrifying they torment me in my dreams.
Flashes of black and blue floating down and red liquid streams.
A Letter to the mother who didn't bother.
To come with and explanation as to why she did those things.
You wouldn't believe
me if i told you as a toddler late at night
i would pray "God give daddy the strength to pack up and take flight.
Prayers do get answered this i know is true
cause 3,000 miles later here we are far away from you.
But still this anger lives no matter what i do.
I even tried drugs; i did coke just like you
the only difference is i give it up i love my kids I'm not a joke like you.
So sit back relax kick up your feet
and read this is a letter to a mother who didnt bother, to worry about his children's needs.
Where were you at when we were down on our luck,
Living in condemned houses, shelters and out of our car trunk?
1 boy 1 girl and one dad all crowded in one room
cause the summer heat quickly faded and the winter came soon.
Before we knew it we were out on our Ass
because with no money even one room isnt a guaranteed to last.
So there we ere 1 boy 1 girl and one mom quickly packing our bags tossing them in that station wagon that had barely any gas.
Traveling from city to city and town to town
in search of a soft warm bed and place to lay down.
Dad did what he had to do for us to get by.
While you're bitch ass was out getting fucked by a bottle just to get high.
This is a letter to a Mother who didnt bother or give a damn rather her kids were dead or alive.
I can remember about $3.00 ago, thirteen years have passed but i can still see you as you came through that front doe.
You approached my older sister and put her on your chest trying to buy her love, like she was a $3.00 hoe.
That was your oldest kid in case you don't know.
Then you looked at me and i had excitement in my eyes. "Bitch you don't get **** "That was your reply." Hey Homegirl i can't even lie that **** ripped me up like on of those ginsu knives.
As i got older i began to realize
that $3.00 ain't **** and can't make up for all of the hurt, pain and lies.
So keep your three dollars and buy yourself some time.
This is a letter to a mother who didn't bother to be in her childrens lives.
I remember those days when i was going to school
listening to my friend's talk about their moms and the fun things they would do.
"My mom bought me a cool bike. Hey mine got me one to."
i would quickly walk away with nothing to say about you.
No camping, or even fishing trips, just drugs, neglect, Broken ribs and fat lips.
I was quick to learn those things are best left unsaid.
I replaced the truth with "Hey my mom is dead"
it's not to far from the truth. I'm just keeping it real.
BITCH your're a walking dead woman how does it feel.
You never gave your kids **** just took and and continued to steal.
A letter to a mother who didn't bother.
Jesse doing fine she get more and more beautiful each and everyday,
after all you put her through you could never take her beauty away.
Im doing ok got a job making decent money.
Got a beautiful son also who thinks everything is funny.
i alredy graduated man aint it funny how fast the time passes.
Im your youngest trying to make it big, "Rappin & Written" passd my english classes
And im doing time right now
been down for two years, one more left and im out.
A letter to a mother who didn't bother.
Thank you so much for giving me something to sit and write about. Jesse and I are doing real well.
Justin & Baby J does these names ring a bell.
Thats my little boy my bright star will soon light up the world.
These are the percious names of your one Daughter and her son and i can bet you one thing.
I will never walk away like you did.
I will give him something that you never gave to us 17 letters homegirl unconditional love.
I will pick him up when the world seems too tough and carry him through like a real parnet does.
I will teach him loyalty, honor, dignity, and respect. I will explain the ups and down;s so he'll know what to expect. I can write for days about the things i will do but the one thing i won't is be anything like you. A letter too a mother who didn't bother.
I never knew the power of a mother's hug but i do know the damage being strung out on drugs.
You've cause a lot of pain and done some wrong in your life but its never to late to make things right.
I can't say i hate you that wouldn't be fair. I just resent the fact that you were never there.
A letter to a mother who didn't bother.
Sincerely,
BabyJ aka Your Daughter
p.s From a daughter who will always love the mother she never had
~Baby J Edweezy out, we out here~