Originally sung by: Lesane Parish Crooks on Dear Mama
It feels good, putting money in your mailbox/
I love paying rent when the rents due/
I hope you got tha diamond necklace that i sent to you/
Cause when i was low, you was there for me/
You never left me alone, cause you cared for me/
And i can see yyou coming home after work late/
You in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate/
Just working with the scraps you was given/
And mama made miracles every thanksgiving/
But now tha road got rough, your alone/
Trying to raise two bad kids on your own/
And there's no way i can pay you back/
But my plan is to show you that i understand/
You are appreciated.....