Letter to Ma

I apologize that I wasn’t there more

Workin’ in LA, lookin’ like I cared more

About my stupid job, if you askin’ why I’m here

I need to fund my music, turn it into my career

But I know there’s no excuse, family is always first

Should’ve paid you more attention cause I know you reimburse

I’m forever in your debt, yo my grandma be the best

Know you workin’ givin’ blessings even though you be at rest

You raised me with my siblings and you babysat my cousins

Lookin’ like a Filipino cheaper by the dozen

Actually it’s more than that, add the neighborhood

And whoever ate your cooking, it became their favorite food