I'm laying down. . .laying down my guns for Good.
What I wouldn't give to see you once more, Mama.
You said good words to me.
You taught me the why and how of good deeds.
Don't cry sweet lady,
You did your best for me.
You'll never be held responsible for how I turned out to be.
When I make my walk to God's gate; I'll ask that he'll wait for one last thing.
I'll pray than and there that he blesses you for trying to save me.
Cause mama, you did try to see the good in me.















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