Momma

(Intro – whispered)
Mama… still holdin’ it down… bet.
(Verse 1)
Locked in the cage, but your voice in my head,
Three hots and a cot, still dreamin’ your bed.
Daddy was a ghost, left smoke in the rear,
You worked triple shifts—Waffle House, Walmart, tears.
I was hoopin’ under streetlights, shadow for a teammate,
But the block kept callin’, said rules don’t eat, straight.
No cap, I turned plug—socket in my veins,
Casino in my pocket, runnin’ dice with the pain.
Seventeen, kicked out, mama still sent soap,
Commissary queen, love notes in the envelope.
I moved bricks by the truck, eighteen-wheeler scales,
Foreign hoes on the line, but your prayers never fail.
Feds kicked the door, now I’m rockin’ state blues,
But your rizz on my soul—only light I can’t lose.
(Chorus)
Dear Mama, no cap, you the realest in the pen,
Dad was never there, but you held it to the end.
Bussin’ love through the glass, visit after visit, amen,
I fucked up, bet—but you never switched the lane.
Dear Mama, place no plug above you,
Even in the belly, your heart keep it movin’.
(Verse 2)
County jail phone, collect call, you accept,
“Baby, keep your head—don’t let the yard collect.”
I was slangin’ in the trap, Qyat on every key,
Thought I was the cartel—nah, cartel plugged me.
Hundred-dollar rain, week-long hurricane dough,
But the streets took it back—left me broke in a hole.
Now I’m countin’ days on the wall with a shank-made pen,
Your picture in my cell—only smile in the den.
You sent me books, said, “let ’em cook,”
I’m studyin’ law now, tryna shake this hook.
Bad choices stacked like trays in the chow line,
But your voice cut through—“You still mine.”
Rizz in your letters, perfume on the page,
Mama, you the blueprint—turned a beast to a sage.
(Chorus)
Dear Mama, no cap, you the realest in the pen,
Dad was never there, but you held it to the end.
Bussin’ love through the glass, visit after visit, amen,
I fucked up, bet—but you never switched the lane.
Dear Mama, place no plug above you,
Even in the belly, your heart keep it movin’.
(Bridge – spoken over beat)
Mama, I see you in the visit room—gray hairs, still fine.
I’m the reason for the tears, but you still claim what’s mine.
Every bad choice a scar, but your love the stitch,
From the block to the box, you the only one that don’t switch.
(Verse 3)
Pour out a lil’ juice on the tier for the lost,
Mama, your prayers heavier than any weight I tossed.
I was the plug, now I’m plugged to the Word,
Your Bible in my locker—only scripture I heard.
They said I’d die in the game or die in the cage,
But you said, “Live for me, turn the page.”
No cap, I’m rebuildin’—GED in my grip,
Your rizz in my veins, keep me from the slip.
When I touch down, Mama, front porch waitin’,
Rockin’ chair creakin’, no more state pens datin’.
From the streetlight shadows to the yard’s cold glow,
You the only home I know—Mama, I owe.
(Chorus – Final)
Dear Mama, no cap, you the realest in the pen,
Dad was never there, but you held it to the end.
Bussin’ love through the glass, visit after visit, amen,
I fucked up, bet—but you never switched the lane.
Dear Mama, place no plug above you,
When I paroled to the world, I’m comin’ home to you.
(Outro – soft)
Bet… love you, Mama.
Free soon.

nasally resonant, emotionally cracked, and rhythmically fluid, male, rap, trap