That beats so slick.
It's like your mother poured jik over it.
My father taught me the timing.
But all the rhyming, thats, thanks to her.
My mother, the most savage deity of all.
She taught me that one can overcome all.
One can live with little, fully.
One can love fully, with little.
One can laugh at anything, always.
My mum and I are tight, we fight.
That's cause we love each other.
We each see a picture of my future.
And the future is a frightening thing.
This leads me to the quandry.
Where really, does a mother's love let go.
How can a child ever hope to repay life.