Momma..Don't Worry bout Me

Momma....your sons a soldier.....i'm older ...see things vividly...I useto

let things get to me...but its yo lessons that give me the victory..there

the only ones that really stick wit me.. you gave a kiss to me. and told me

that life wasn't a mystery...

Fine girls might wanna get wit me...but never repeat ya history.

Im overseas....fighting battles....for my nation....so my son's situation

won't resemble the one in facing...Don't worry bout me mama....they done

captured Ossama...I finally found honor......our nights are much calmer..

no drama...but ya letters allways begin wit.."Now..You know i'm yo Momma..

So I'm allways gonna worry."........I can see it her words that she dont wanna

see me buried. But Momma im alright ...The drama is all hype..But

inside she's crying cause she can tell when i'm lying......

She can tell when in trying.....like she can tell when im dieing ..inside..

Just by the look in my eyes......

Like when i was 5 inside the ride in drive thru....saying " All I wanted was fries "

she noticed my eyes get wide...and even though I lied..Still it was chill

..she brought me the happy meal with the prize....

Sometimes..i feel like i'm that same kid looking inside...my bag for a burger..

but that beats thoughts of my moms looking inside a bag screaming

" My only son was murdered. "

Momma..I love how you look at my picture and say youre proud...

Momma..I love how you look at my picture and just smile....and say

thats my handsome son when you brag to yo friends..look how good he looks

in his suite....girl , dont he look cute. ....

Brigade commander yelling shoot.....while I'm sending home some loot.

Im sending home salutes..from my battlallion and the troops...

Im not saying i'm not scared....I won't even pretend...

But to make you proud Mama......I'll do it all over again...