.Grown.

Wrote the poem in a nightmare. Weird, right?

My mama went away
My mama went away
Seems like just the other day
My mama went away
And now I'm all alone
So now they think I'm grown
But being grown ain't what it seems
I don't have time for dreams
See, now I'm trying to hustle
Now I'm trying to grind
Keep food on the table
A roof o'er this head of mine
Don't have time to cry
Don't have time to pray
Barely have the strength to make it through my day to day
Cus see, My mama went away
My mama went away
Seems like just the other day
My mama went away
And now I'm all alone
So now they think I'm grown
Because I'm out here on my own
So now I guess I'm grown.

I don't remember the date.