Poetry Study evelyn cornejo block 2

“Dear Mama” By 2pac

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, breaking 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

Hugging on my mama from a jail cell

And who'd think in elementary?

Hey! I see the penitentiary, one day

And running from the police, that's right

Mama catch me, put a whooping 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 trying 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

Lady

Don't ya know we love ya? Sweet lady

Dear mama

Place no one above ya, sweet lady

You are appreciated

Don't ya 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 looking 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 hanging

I needed money of my own so I started slanging

I ain't guilty cause, even though I sell rocks

It feels good putting money in your mailbox

I love paying 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 coming home after work late

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

Ya just working with the scraps you was given

And mama made miracles every Thanksgiving

But now the road got rough, you're alone

You're trying 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

Lady

Don't ya know we love ya? Sweet lady

And dear mama

Place no one above ya, sweet lady

You are appreciated

Don't ya 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

Lady

Don't ya know we love ya? Sweet lady

And dear mama

Place no one above ya, sweet lady

You are appreciated

Don't ya know we love ya?

Sweet lady

And dear mama

Dear mama

Lady, lady, lady

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