We had a doting mother
A hard working father
We were always #1
Let me tell you our needs
Exceeded what others called met
Then the fabric
Of our important world
Quickly fell apart
Yes … we had problems
No … they had problems
Which became our problems
We went from #1 to 99
And that aint fine
No more family times
No more mother son days
No more fun games
And unusual eats
No more trips to the mountains
Just to reach
Good thing Mommy Blood
& Daddy Crypt came along
For I had things to learn
That they wanted to teach
Along with this came scrill
Come what may
Money talks
And they are always there
Mommy Blood & Daddy Crypt
They came to our games
They came to out practices
If I walked outside my school doors
They in the parking lot
Mommy Blood and Daddy Crypt
They planning a picnic
Just like mommy used to
Got good eats too
Just like Mommy
They do not like McDonalds
Every week is a struggle
We fight them …. They fight us
But we have each others back
The Crypts for Crypts
The Bloods for Bloods
Mom steadily talks about getting a car
So we can do what we used to
She wants to struggle
Believing the $1500.00 the court said
She can have
Is for sure money
Yesterday I laughingly offered
To sell rock to buy her a car
She rejected the idea
Saying … be patient
Things about to get better
Yet knowing Mommy Blood &Daddy Crypt
Can readily supply me
A not stolen vehicle
Makes me think
She aint right
I want to listen to her
But Mommy Blood & Daddy Crypt
Show me with money and time
All my Momma’s offering me
Is words of wisdom, shelter and
A slow path to my needs
Mommy Blood & Daddy Crypt
I think they is my family
Patrice C. Queen
A hard working father
We were always #1
Let me tell you our needs
Exceeded what others called met
Then the fabric
Of our important world
Quickly fell apart
Yes … we had problems
No … they had problems
Which became our problems
We went from #1 to 99
And that aint fine
No more family times
No more mother son days
No more fun games
And unusual eats
No more trips to the mountains
Just to reach
Good thing Mommy Blood
& Daddy Crypt came along
For I had things to learn
That they wanted to teach
Along with this came scrill
Come what may
Money talks
And they are always there
Mommy Blood & Daddy Crypt
They came to our games
They came to out practices
If I walked outside my school doors
They in the parking lot
Mommy Blood and Daddy Crypt
They planning a picnic
Just like mommy used to
Got good eats too
Just like Mommy
They do not like McDonalds
Every week is a struggle
We fight them …. They fight us
But we have each others back
The Crypts for Crypts
The Bloods for Bloods
Mom steadily talks about getting a car
So we can do what we used to
She wants to struggle
Believing the $1500.00 the court said
She can have
Is for sure money
Yesterday I laughingly offered
To sell rock to buy her a car
She rejected the idea
Saying … be patient
Things about to get better
Yet knowing Mommy Blood &Daddy Crypt
Can readily supply me
A not stolen vehicle
Makes me think
She aint right
I want to listen to her
But Mommy Blood & Daddy Crypt
Show me with money and time
All my Momma’s offering me
Is words of wisdom, shelter and
A slow path to my needs
Mommy Blood & Daddy Crypt
I think they is my family
Patrice C. Queen