A son’s love for his mother
This came when the mother uttered
That she was a bad mother
The son said WHAT?
Don’t let the devil win
When he hears you
He starts to grin
That’s why the devil thinks he’s the master
Really he’s more like a disaster
His lies only get faster
The son said
Don’t let the devil win
He’s just mad that he sleeps in a den
His mind is crazy like his thoughts
His spirts gets old and rots
Every time he fights yachts
Don’t let the devil win
I know it’s hard raising two young men
Eventually Me and Brendan
Are going to take you to the pent
Yes I know it’s almost been ten
Keep praying for the right man
Don’t think about back then
Thank about me and Brendan
Your emotions can get like Big Bens
Don’t give up
Don’t say you’re a bad mom
Let your dreams flow like a river
Shout Amen my Queen you’re the winner!
Written by Lauren Martin (to my Mom AKA Stacy McClendon)
You are raising quite a man of God, Stacy. Love you!!!!!!!!!
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