Words from Momma
Living life out on the street
Pannin change from peopleYou'd never care to meet
What has made them so special
And me, such a bum
Is it how they were raised
Or just where we're from
I once had a mother
who thought I was the best
Raised me good
While in her nest
Be patient my son
My Mom used to say
You'll be a great man
And show them all some day
As I raise my head and close my eyes
I sit with momma and ask, was it all lies
With that warm and comforting grin
She says to me
Son,
Being poor aint no sin
Your heart is strong
And your words are true
There will never be a rich man
That could ever hold a candle to you
Always stand proud
And always stay true
And then
even the rich man
Will see, a great man--in you
Chrios
2009
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