Dear mama *True Story*

Dear mama,
Drugs is what took you away from me,
Buying crack in Central Station for a living.

Nobody knows how you came with money,
But you always had it.
Sometimes you stole it from your children,
But you knew they would forgive you.

You where a good and loving mom,
To bad you had to live that evil life.

You tried to stop using crack,
But you failed! At least we can give you credit for trying,
But look where you are now,
You ended up dieing.

Leaving us alone not knowing what to do.
We stood crying, over your coffin
But it was only me, who didn’t know what death was,
Looking and smiling not knowing that you wouldn’t come back,
That’s the last time I’ve seen you.

Dear mama you know we’ll always love you!