Tupac and Afeni Shaku; Dear Mama.
When I was young me and my mama had beef. Seventeen years old kicked out on the streets. Though back at the time, I never thought I’d see her face. Ain’t a woman alive that could take my mama’s place. Suspended from school; and scared to go home, I was a fool. With the big boys, breaking all the rules. I shed tears with my baby sister. Over the years we was poorer than the other little kids. And even though we had different daddy’s, the same drama. When things went wrong we’d blame mama. I reminisce on the stress I caused, it was hell. Hugging on my mama from a jail cell. And who’d think in elementary? Heeey! I see the penitentiary, one day. And running from the police, that’s right. Mama catch me, put a whooping to my backside. And even as a crack fiend, mama. You always was a black queen, mama. I finally understand for a woman it ain’t easy tryin to raise a man. You always was committed. A poor single mother on welfare, tell me how ya did it. There’s no way I can pay you back. But the plan is to show you that I understand. You are appreciated. Lady…Don’t cha know we love ya? Sweet lady. Dear mama. Place no one above ya, sweet lady. You are appreciated. Don’t cha know we love ya?