Labels: [2007], [Experience And Roots]
Your momma was a groupie girl,
She knew the name of every band,
All concerts, parties in a swirl,
She just lived, she never planned,
Until one day a sorrow came
Knocking boldly at her door,
But she'd never suffer from the tame
'Cos she always wanted more.
Your momma was a drinking girl,
Her rounds would never end,
All cognacs, whiskeys in a swirl,
Every bottle was her friend,
Until one day her glass went dry
And broke to pieces in her hand,
But she'd never let them see her cry
'Cos they wouldn't understand.
Your momma was a poet's girl,
Her writing left the world in awe,
All emotions and words in a swirl,
She was rhyming with no flaw,
Until one day she lost her muse
And her dreams got drowned in ink,
But she'd never give up or refuse
'Cos she knew her ships won't sink.
Your momma was a business girl,
Working hard she knew her skills,
All promotions, colleagues in a swirl,
She fought hard to pay her bills,
Until one day she lost her job
Left with nothing on the street,
But she'd never stop to search the globe
'Cos she knew nothing of defeat.
Your momma was a gambling girl,
She played well, she'd always win,
All cards and dices in a swirl,
Her luck followed from within,
Until one day she lost her chance
To be a person she can stand,
But she'd never quit so in advance
'Cos her life was in her hands.
Your momma was a lot of things,
But she did the best she knew,
She never knew what morning brings,
Yet she kept her points of view,
She knew that life's not what you take
Only from the bottom shelf,
So don't listen to those stories fake:
'Cos your momma was herself.
2007©wob
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