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Submitted:May 7, 2007    Reads: 102    Comments: 2    Likes: 0   


Tell me can i change or am i just a victiim of the shit i did to maintain-

Mom im sorry for all the struggles i put you through i promise ill buy u a bath of bubbles just so u can soak away your troubles-

Im sorry for those late nights that u almost died of fright but mom u were my light u flew me out of my stress without a gunfight-

I just wanted to say thank you for raising two kids that were almost the death of you beleive when i say i love you-

I wonder when the world is over will i see your arms out in heaven or will i fall to hell not understandin why tha fuck my life wasnt so pleasnt-

You brought me into this world i know i could never pay u with wealth but mom just plz let me help come on heres the keys to my 96 chevelle-

Mom u got the mind of a gangsta and the heart of a soldier but beleive me when i told ya that im sorry and i loved ya-





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