A Raisin In The Sun (Momma)
Lord help me with de kids.
Always fighting and arguing
Like they didn’t get no home training.
My little girls dream is to become doctor
Am opposing it but it’s a money factor.
My boy’s dream is to own a liquor license
But he is not using his sense.
He keeps drinking
I gave him all my money
He lost it all to his so called buddy.
Always fighting and arguing
Like they didn’t get no home training.
My little girls dream is to become doctor
Am opposing it but it’s a money factor.
My boy’s dream is to own a liquor license
But he is not using his sense.
He keeps drinking
I gave him all my money
He lost it all to his so called buddy.
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