zHustlers - What A Nasty Child I Was

Mother, mummy, my dear Giver of Life
I must be nasty pooping all the time in face on hands in beds and floors
I have must been peed in every bed I can't even remember
What a nasty child I was
And all the youngster's trouble I was bringing home
With rock 'n' roll and drugs and alcohol
Oh, crazy what a loving mother bears
By raising up a boy who's born for freedom
I am so grateful for wiping poo
For letting be the hooligan and search for Truth
For not exclaiming stops for my activities
But giving heartiest support in everything
The mothers love can never be replaced
Not repaid or given back to her
They literally gives their lives for us
The Mothers. Amazing Mothers.

Written by:
Martins Ate

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