I Made It
Mama always told me go on and
be different from others and
never turn back for no one walk straight till you find your future.
My daughter I tell you the truth hurts
but no one ever wanted you when you was a kid
but I always thought you would grow up and be who you are today.
but the future getting kinda blurry...
when all these things need to get done in a hurry...
before i lose myself and end up
another book on that common shelf.
As I lay in my bed thinking all the violence will stop
will never come to my shield
thinking I would be snuggle up tight
but i never thought about growing up with a mind this bright.
hater after hater,
giving a never hated her but
never needed her type of fever,
its hard to say who i was,
when i was just for them
and all of the above.
today I can say mama I made it.
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