Growing up Mom's had a breh semi spoiled, copping a Super Nintendo and 7 games fresh out the JC Penny Catalogue and other shyt. Even when she started to slow up on copping me videogames, she helped nurtured a breh's love for reading by making sure I got all the books and shyt I wanted since the Island I love on never really had a wide variety of books to purchase short of local/Caribbean shyt, (Which I exhausted as well).
Whenever we went on Holiday she'd let a breh go buck wild in them bookstores, picking up like 2 to 300 hundred dollars worth of books regardless of the content 'cause she know i'd read 'em all and cherish 'em. Even down to Music, she'd cop cds for me through a friend at the radio station who could order albums'n'shyt, since back in the day the few music stores we had more catered to Rap/gospel/local shyt. I remember when she copped BloodSugarSexMagik and Are you Gonna go my way with a fresh cd player to play them shyts on too.
Even when I started fukking up during my last two years of highschool and pretty much fukked off to go the UK to live after a falling out with my pops and in turn her at the time, she always made sure a breh was alright up there, looking to send a breh money and what's not even though I was self sufficient enough.
She gave me enough freedom to grow into my own man, while making sure I had all the tools necessary to be a good one too whilst Pops just metted out unreasonable punishment, didn't buy/feed/teach/show us shyt other than a belt or some fukk ass chore (Still can't forgive this nikka for making me dig a drainage ditch by myself while I was frying my brain with a fukking Fever.
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That kind of love made me come up off of my gambling winnings and car fund (35K total) to make sure she got that New Jeep she driving when the fukk ass bank she was with was giving her a hard time despite her having the salary and good standing for some shyt like that. One of the happiest days of my life is seeing her freak out in her office when I told her that the car downstairs wasn't mine and was hers.
Seeing my mom's feeling kinda down even though she wouldn't show it fukking hurt my heart, breh, and even though we fought and still do over petty shyt, she knows she can always rely on me, no matter what the circumstance and I know I can do the same for her. It's a wonderful feeling breh. I think the only thing I've got left to give her is a few grandkids to dote on.....but that's for later.
I love you Mommy.