Happy

My friend wrote his mother: “Mama I'm doing better now
My last year of College, told you I wouldn't let you down
And how's things around the house? I know you're still fussing
I finally heard from Ralphie said "He had a deal coming"
He wrote me last week; told me him and Dad don't speak
They both be acting they’re kids if you ask me
But anyway, how come you never wrote me back?
This is like my fourth letter to you, I was hoping that...
You could send me something it's getting cold winter's coming
I know you're standing, laughing, saying, "I'm up or into something"
I love you mom sincerely yours”, as the nurse pause
From reading her his letter, body attached to a cord
Into a breathing pump, the stroke she had was too much
She's in the coma, been that way for a few months
And if her son knew believe he'll split in two
And go back to using drug before quitting school
But just smile 'cause your mother’s still here
Try to live and be proud, make a heart full of cheer
For your mama, tranquility, she's free
Give your heart space and liberty and then peace
The words are golden, emotion, devotion
Just hush, feel the touch for a moment
My life's a paradox, watched by crooked cops
But the law carries me just to be Happy

Stood right beside me,
look deep inside me
She has inspired me to be, Happy....

-Killah Priest