My Mom Is the Illest

Flower punks play bongos

My mama made tacos

Drove me to the skate park

Late after dark

Running from the big kids

Childhood was tough cos I always felt different

The black sheep

Surrounded by a trash heap

But she showed me how to love it

Bought me Tony Hawk’s VHS it showed me how to pop shuv it

We’d play guitar hero and listen to doo wop

Drive to the mall, I’d put on some hip hop

97.5 on your FM dial

Church clothes on Sundays I had so much style

Even when I had a fever of a hundred and one

My mom always got the job done

Gave me everything she had

When we didn’t have tea bags

She’d pour out a Brisk and put it in the microwave

Squeeze in a little honey and the day was saved

My mom paved the way for me to be an artist

Cos she was the reason I even started

When I was 5, I wrote my first song

It was called mom you’re the bomb

Now I’m 31 and she still is

My mom is the illest!

My brother was much older

He told me take the weight off her shoulders

And the world off her back

And I’d like to thank him for that

Cos there so many ways to be a man

But to be a mom is to understand

And hold a hand, walk us through

Cos God has a plan but so do you

It’s true I was consumed by blues

But I’m lucky I had parents that cared

Cos now I realize that that was rare

At least more than you think

It could be gone in a blink

So don’t sink with the rocks in your pockets

Find a way to stop it

Give your free will a path

To let the blues blood spill out like jazz

Flying fancy free

Put on the Johnny Mathis and dance with me