Javion Bishop - SEPTEMBER 24TH

September 24th 12 noon I arrived
Momma had a baby boy that put a sparkle in her eyes
Daddy holding the camera my birth certificate signed
Grandma told me same day I spoke for the first time

Blurred memories of 521 with no carpet
Sleeping right next to roaches in government paid apartments
You told me that I could be anything I wanted
Now I do everything mama look at what you started

I'm sorry for smart with you, sorry for times I hurt you
Sorry for the late competitions and later rehearsals
Sorry I wasn't home, and I kept you chasing after me
But who would ever think your son would make a masterpiece

Poppa told me to believe in this shit
Ask yourself what you want and start achieving that shit
He told me the world was mine I gotta go get it
He told me to catch my stars, look pops, I did it

Who would've ever thought your son was gone make it, huh?
Who would've ever thought your son was gone make it?

Every show, every game, every day I thank you
For loving me in every kind of way, I thank you
I don't how many times that I could say I thank you
Did you ever think your son was gone make it?
Did you ever think your son was gone make it?

Written by:
Bishop Pearsall

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