View from a sun

Hey son, it's your mama, just calling to say hello and to check on you, see how you doing

I love you very much and I just want you to know how proud I am of you

You better take out that trash, a nigga that's your ass

Back then it used to make me mad, but now I sit and laugh

You better go make a sandwich, I'm not burning my gas

But shit, looking back now, I know that's all we had

I seen you pick up a double slack when we lost our dad

Three kids by yourself, the pressure building fast

But it's not built to last, I see hard times is really telling

It was around that same clock when your heart start failing