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Mama I made it

No, not money and mansions.

I made it by becoming

The young man you imagined.

Walked a different path

Than the one you and Dad did

I don't say this with disdain

It's what the fact of the math is.

It's been a cold world

But I just dressed for the weather

Blood sweat and tears

While looking fresh in a sweater

Searching for some answers

On a quest to do better

I found a curse can be broken

But a blessings forever

Mama I made it

I'm not the boy you remember

I've come a long way

And had the choice to surrender

Never submit

But I'll admit

There's a temper

But my direction never left

I kept it right in the center