Woman/Dear Mama

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Manfred: A dramatic poem is a closet drama written in 1816–1817 by Lord Byron. It contains supernatural elements, in keeping with the popularity of the ghost story in England at the time. It is a typical example of a Gothic fiction. Byron commenced this work in late 1816, only a few months after the famous ghost-story sessions with Percy Bysshe Shelley and Mary Shelley that provided the initial impetus for Frankenstein. The supernatural references are made clear throughout the poem. Manfred was adapted musically by Robert Schumann in 1852, in a composition entitled Manfred: Dramatic Poem with Music in Three Parts, and later by Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky in his Manfred Symphony. Friedrich Nietzsche was inspired by the poem's depiction of a super-human being to c… more »

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Dear Mama, I know I act a fool
I always find a way to break the rules
Yeah I know I do bad, I ain't going to school
But it's true, and it's cruel, cause I ain't listen to you
But I can rap mama, found out in sec school
I can f*ck with words like we in sex school
So I married the game, I said "Yes I do"
I know, wasn't expecting a "Guess that's cool"
My vocab ain't really all that
Ain't really got bag so it's really all cap
Ain't close to the best, a couple miles from that
Still got a while to get my name on the map
But what I do with sixteen bars these niggas can't
Sometimes when I was like "Where my niggas at?"
It was you from the first to the last
So it's just you when I'm first from the last, ugh dear Mama
Every time I close my eyes all I think about is you
Dear Mama, I love you too, but I gotta do what I gotta do
Every time I close my eyes all I think about is you
Dear Mama, I love you too, but I gotta do what I gotta do
Sit down, I ain't tryna flow like Hov
I'm writing a letter to mama, I ain't talking to you
You can skip this, I mean I ain't feeling it too
"Bunny how're you doing" Yeah I'm doing real good
But that's cap though, let me tell you facts bro
Every night I try to sleep I can feel hands on my neck clog my air holes "Get A's bro!"
Mama got expectations, you got expectations, man life's a a-hole
If I can get doe, I'll be a little set bro
Spend New Year's Eve with a bad hoe
Drip for the gram, show them say I get clothes
Smoke weed with the boys when we get close
But I'm forever yours, forever ever, ever ever, shit is set in stone
Mom even Heaven knows
I blow trees, I'm knee-deep in peer matter
But I keep your words in my heart, dear Mama
Every time I close my eyes all I think about is you
Dear Mama, I love you too, but I gotta do what I gotta do
Every time I close my eyes all I think about is you
Dear Mama, I love you too, but I gotta do what I gotta do
Every Christmas here's what I tell Santa
"I hope mama gonna live to see the day I get raba"
I ain't tryna hurt you, wanna see you smile rather
Screaming "f*ck school" bet I'll be a bad father
Skipped classes for my rhymes, my grades took a dive
The sacrifices I made for every hook and every line
Every mood is ever mine, here's how I feel inside
I swear I love you mama but this here's my life
Dear mama
Every time I close my eyes all I think about is you
Every time I close my eyes all I think about is you
Dear Mama, I love you too, but I gotta do what I gotta do

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