Dear Mother,
I know im not always the sweetest. and my room was never the cleanest. and my mouth is one of the wittiest. and i know u got tired of my disrespectfulness. but i never gave up and i want u to know im grateful. at times i would argue ur demands. only cause i didnt understand. that ur intrest was only ur BEST. so i would disobey, go my way, and do what the FUCK I WANT. so today i write u to say THANK YOU ... to say FUCK YOU...to say BITCH i RAISED ME. i made my OWN damn choices.that crack pipe in ur hands. is the reason why i always said fuck your demands. that u are pitiful. a waste of life . u spoke stupidity THATS why im always witty. and my room was only dirty cause I RUFUSED to give u a dollar. so u destroy my room in search of it. and with all the money in my pocket i refused to be SWEET and give u any. so mother u can "shove tht crack pipe up ur ass" cause now im walking across this stage arent u amazed? i got this far without ... YOU ... and now im leaving ... going so FAR that my chances of seeing u are slim to none ... where the ppl i meet will not know me as the crack head child... i will no longer get taunted cause of u ... but i still love u cause without u there would be no me.
*this is not from personal experience just something i made up..
