Natively 305: Liberty City's Prince of Poetry
Good Morning Beautiful
Hey, mom,
In my book,
You're number one,
You still accepted me,
After all the bad I've done;
Oh, momma,
I love you so much
For everything you've done,
That's why I say
I'm blessed to be your son.
Blessed to be your son…
Thank you, momma.
I know that raising me
Wasn't all so easy,
Always at my aide saving me
Nothing was breezy;
But I want to apologize
For making the moment so hard
Never did I recognize
So much I tore your world apart
With things, I said and did
I'm sorry for being such a bad kid.
Blessed to be your son…
Thank you, momma.
Hey, mom,
In my book,
You're number one,
You still accepted me,
After all the bad I've done;
Oh, momma,
I love you so much
For everything you've done,
That's why I say
I'm blessed to be your son.
Blessed to be your son…
Thank you, momma.
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Always willing to feed
You would give your all and last,
It amazes how much I need
To be strong like you, steadfast;
Because I want my son to see me
The way that I look up to you,
Such an angel in a world so greedy
You loved me after all I put you through.
Blessed to be your son…
Thank you, momma.
Hey, mom,
In my book,
You're number one,
You still accepted me,
After all the bad I've done;
Oh, momma,
I love you so much
For everything you've done,
That's why I say
I'm blessed to be your son.
In my book,
You're number one,
You still accepted me,
After all the bad I've done;
Oh, momma,
I love you so much
For everything you've done,
That's why I say
I'm blessed to be your son.
Blessed to be your son…
Thank you, momma.
I know that raising me
Wasn't all so easy,
Always at my aide saving me
Nothing was breezy;
But I want to apologize
For making the moment so hard
Never did I recognize
So much I tore your world apart
With things, I said and did
I'm sorry for being such a bad kid.
Blessed to be your son…
Thank you, momma.
Hey, mom,
In my book,
You're number one,
You still accepted me,
After all the bad I've done;
Oh, momma,
I love you so much
For everything you've done,
That's why I say
I'm blessed to be your son.
Blessed to be your son…
Thank you, momma.
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Always willing to feed
You would give your all and last,
It amazes how much I need
To be strong like you, steadfast;
Because I want my son to see me
The way that I look up to you,
Such an angel in a world so greedy
You loved me after all I put you through.
Blessed to be your son…
Thank you, momma.
Hey, mom,
In my book,
You're number one,
You still accepted me,
After all the bad I've done;
Oh, momma,
I love you so much
For everything you've done,
That's why I say
I'm blessed to be your son.
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