I wanna thank you (All woman’s praise anthem)
Verse1
I was sixteen, young, stressed and going through hell. Felt like I’m doing 20 straight years locked in a cell. A thought of suicide that was really not my option got me feeling like this girl who’d been doing abortion, grief, sorrow, stress gave me long mixed emotions. Lost the only one my life depended on most. Mom died, I was cursed and feeling so lost. I would have saved her if I could at all cost. Now I’m sitting here mad at God, I’m so cross. From back in the day how she used to hold me, as her little kiddie-child, how she kissed and told me she ain’t never going to leave me ‘cause this world is lonely. Never got to see her little son being a man. She promised not to leave me alone, but that was then. She was sick for a long time. We had no dime. She couldn’t work so I thought about resorting to crime, but she said I shouldn’t do it ‘cause my life’s in line.
Chorus (X2)
I want to thank you, from the bottom of my heart, it’s true, this very song I’m singing now is dedicated to you.
Verse 2
Some other times I even cry when I’m chilling’ alone. If it was possible to call God I’d pick up the phone, tell Him to please bring you back life. It’s tough on my own wherever you’re at. I hope that you’re living nicely, ‘cause my life in this cold world is chilling’ icy. Now I play the gambling game of cards and dice in the streets, where my Hustlers are chopped in slices. Never survived with the blood dow up in the hood and never kicked a single house door, but wished I could. When you were living I was doing fine and life was good, but now it’s back to the hunger days, I ain’t got no food. Even though you used to say I was a little bit rude, most of the time I used to do right to cheer your mood.
Chorus (X2)
Verse 3
I wanna thank you for the first day you took me to school, and thank you for the days you had me on your back in the pool. You were kind as an but steady and cool. For leaving school I admit I was being a fool. You gave me life, then you gave me education as a tool. Humble down low, never supreme, all the new shoes, new shirts, pants and blazers, I appreciate Mom for that is what you gave us. But now we’re bad kids and thugs ‘cause the streets have blazed us.
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