Dear Mom,2012 (To Momma Loves Me Beat) (C) 3-14-2010

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December 18th 2012 Dear mom, just want you to know I’m alive and I’m well I know you, seen the news and how people is actin I hope you not one of em cause I’m chillin yo traces they trackin Wonder if you noticed, the vanished elite It was a plan but anyway, continue restin yo feet You got a, strong heart, like nobody knows And I, can’t imagine you replacin rocks for yo toes I just, wanted to tell you that we’re doin ok The kids, had off of school from this wicked snow day Work was cancelled but that’s cause people tearin up blood Screamin hallelujah and wishin yesterday that they was But, I think it’s funny how much they takin the sip Like vampires hopin that they can make it to heaven The kids said hi and I wanted to say hello too And I’m just as strong as can be not one of these yellow fools It was a, crazy week for most of it’s part My freakin, shows was cut off cause these freakin retards And they may, not even show it cause they figure we’re dead So now I gotta think of somethin else but just like you said People, really believe that we’ll be in a drastic event Just cause the ancients said it but they’re time already went How in the world can dead people still haunt us this day This is a shame but there’s nothin I can do from this way All I know is that I can wait for this season to pass And then at last, I can laugh at everybody bustin they face Ooo the aliens takin over this place Maybe the eye’ll permanently close, but we’ll just have to bow our heads and pray The weather is, better than ever, sarcasm takes its place It’s been snowin for the longest but that’s nothin that’s strange I’m mad this is the year the Bills wanna, go undefeated Because the interest in football almost completely depleted But uh, I figured that I’ll collect the cash bein tossed Just in case they bring it back, yo I’ma be crazy rich Maybe it’s a bad time to think bout bills with this chip But it might, malfunction or somethin then I’m placed wit a grip So then I, can provide more for the ones that I love And donate, to the house of one livin above And send back, reparations for the mess I was in It’ll last I guess it’s not close till we’ll be reachin the end December 19th but hopefully you’ll get it tomorrow People tryna hide and my heart, is, fillin wit sorrow I can’t, believe that now everybody is scared But a couple months ago no of these people cared I heard they, found the bunkers, that’s under the chamber But now the people that once led us has become the strangers Mad people killed over nonsense, this I just don’t get I can’t wait till its over, but I promise I’ll never forget The sad and hurt look on this girl’s face, she was abandoned I took her in, the last thing she knows is bein reprimanded I feel terrible once they realize it’s a hoax And they’re doin it to their self, but why am I tellin jokes When I should be chokin but don’t worry, we will see worse But until then hold up ya head mom I’ll write you on the 21st I love you Sincerely, (Your name here)

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