All Year Round

Let's not be cliche', you've been through alot
Rephrase, I've put you through alot I can't front on your problems
But it's a wonder how you always solved them
Dishonorable discharges & divorces, minor sitpulations
I love how you called them that, but let me take it back
Nineteen years, you've been on your blood, sweat, & tears job
I know you believe all men are sexist, and only use their hands
To reinforce a message, I guess that's why you're glad Ted moved to Texas
Always one to fear God, you'd think a nigga was born on the pulpit
The way he recites his verses, and always thinks God
Though most times he doesn't let it surface, I know I'm a disappointment
Smoking for six years, and you're just finding out your son has black lung
From the days he was innocent, and he would act young with much higher learning
Than most kids in his age bracket, those other mom's children were all dumb
I know it feels like murder everytime you see me walk out the front door
Only to spark up to elevate, looking through the windows to watch the smoke pour
Au contraire, the stress hits him, maybe that's the reason... true
Or maybe he's just found the addiction that fits him
Or maybe he's a fool, and you didn't raise him right... false
I took everything in accord, and trust it's a phase just like yours
So when my child is birthed of the Earth, I'll do like your spouse
Stop for the betterment of my health, so I can live to see what they're bringing out
Otherwise, let me not be cliche'
I didn't want to write this during the last moon because;
You deserve everyday to be a Happy Mother's Day