Why is this?
Top Ten Reasons No League Softball is played on Mothers Day
uhhhh.. I think this is one occasion where no Top Ten is needed and the answer is self-explanatory.
Enjoy the day with the special ladies in your life in the meantime here is every true ghetto's kid favorite family song, "Dear Mama" by the late great Tupac
"Dear Mama"
You are appreciated
When I was young me and my mama had beef
Seventeen years old kicked out on the streets
Though back at the time, I never thought I'd see her face
Ain't a woman alive that could take my mama's place
Suspended from school; and scared to go home, I was a foolwith the big boys, breakin all the rules
I shed tears with my baby sister
Over the years we was poorer than the other little kids
And even though we had different daddy's, the same drama
When things went wrong we'd blame mama
I reminice on the stress I caused, it was hell
Huggin on my mama from a jail cell
And who'd think in elementary?Heeey! I see the penitentiary, one day
And runnin from the police, that's right Mama catch me, put a whoopin to my backside
And even as a crack fiend, mama You always was a black queen, mama
I finally understand for a woman it ain't easy tryin to raise a man
You always was committed
A poor single mother on welfare, tell me how ya did it
There's no way I can pay you back But the plan is to show you that I understand
You are appreciated
Lady... Don't cha know we love ya?
Sweet ladyDear mama Place no one above ya,
sweet lady You are appreciated Don't cha know we love ya?
Now ain't nobody tell us it was fair
No love from my daddy cause the coward wasn't there
He passed away and I didn't cry, cause my anger wouldn't let me feel for a stranger
They say I'm wrong and I'm heartless, but all along I was lookin for a father he was gone
I hung around with the Thugs, and even though they sold drugs They showed a young brother love
I moved out and started really hangin I needed money of my own so I started slangin
I ain't guilty cause, even though I sell rocks It feels good puttin money in your mailbox
I love payin rent when the rent's due I hope ya got the diamond necklace that I sent to you
Cause when I was low you was there for me And never left me alone because you cared for me
And I could see you comin home after work late You're in the kitchen tryin to fix us a hot plate
Ya just workin with the scraps you was given And mama made miracles every Thanksgivin
But now the road got rough, you're alone
You're tryin to raise two bad kids on your own And there's no way I can pay you back But my plan is to show you that I understand
You are appreciated
Pour out some liquor and I reminsce, cause through the dramaI can always depend on my mama And when it seems that I'm hopeless You say the words that can get me back in focus
When I was sick as a little kid To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did And all my childhood memories Are full of all the sweet things you did for me And even though I act craaazy I gotta thank the Lord that you made me
There are no words that can express how I feel
You never kept a secret, always stayed real
And I appreciate, how you raised me And all the extra love that you gave me I wish I could take the pain away If you can make it through the night there's a brighter day
Everything will be alright if ya hold on It's a struggle everyday, gotta roll on
And there's no way I can pay you back But my plan is to show you that I understand
You are appreciated
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