Momma used to play Tetris, I used to play Sony Take Words on my wall got quarters from my evanice Wish I had a better way to thank you Better than being the better man Better than my father seeing that eh never showed up Try walkin' to my life, now I thought he hears Now he tryna play he's broke Another black without a father, year to be told And behold what I've begun, I know you see it in my song Lucky momma had the wit to work a million jobs Good thing she had to do, and that's why I believe in God Have to say it feels good to finally share my story I was waiting for the day until my music start inform me Lil' man cure, ocean full of ash Comin' from the mad Long Beach working magic Stayn in the rough part of town, hard to grow up Left the hood with punds, I'll take them with me if I blow up
Blow up, I don't think that sound right Better yet, when I blow up It's Chris Savage, Letter to mama Don't you know I love you?
Only woman in my life whose irreplaceable presence Can walk into my room of darkness, and shed a light to heaven: ma I remember everything you ever did for me Never for a second think I forgot the little things First day at school we always ask who supplies? In the first fifty sharp tour class looking fly Had to get the name right, you had to slang me gettin' potent And if it's time to show up and get roasted I hate the days I think about the pain that you been thru If you ever cry I guarantee I drop a tear or two I promise that one day my vision is gonna hear you Cookin' in the mansion, relaxin', I'm chillin' with this sheer ? A couple littles hope to get us through the woods That little hot sauce tell the lunch is all good Sometimes you might forget the foundation that you come from Never forget the woman that made it possible from day one