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And don't forget to thank your momma's, aiight?

HAPPY THANKSGIVING.
HAVA BLESSED ONE.


THANK YOU

-jf-



A mother's kiss before the blessing of a Sunday dinner

Can make a loser feel blessed

Maybe even like winners



So I work my whole life for anything I could give her

Rent, light and gas money for the house

I deliver



Even if I have to struggle and go scrapin' the street

Even if I have to borrow bread for somethin' to eat

Even if I have to go to work with holes in my shoes

And cold feet

Best believe she gonna have the best meat



That's just how I say "Gracias." to mommy for rasin'

A kid from the Brooklyn skidz

And almost beyond savin'



While she slavin' in the kitchen I was misbehavin'

Callin' Rome on the house phone

To hear the ring tone



I know I ain't alone in sayin' that I owe her my blood

She was there for me at rock bottom sinkin'

In mud



But, just the smile on her face when her son took his place

Among degree and diploma holders

Helps me to face



The paper chase of the rotten apple and the whole world

The daily hustle and the grind and the

"goin' for mine"



The constant ritual relationships cut into one's soul

And for the strength to get the thread

To self-stitch up the fold



Even grown men gotta let it heal for a minute

Before they get back in it

Chasin' time that they lost



But I never complain

I chalk it up to payin' the cost

For livin' free and not ever bein' shameful but thankful



I THANK YOU, MOMMA!