Jaheim. Ghetto Love. For Moms. Zeneszám

Dear moms finally you made it home, no more sickness, no more struggles of
pain,it's all in GOD'S hands now, and I thank you for watching over me, teenie
and taquan, we love you rest in peace,

when I think of you, and all that's true, all you said would come to pass, I
get confused with life's many rules, sometimes this road is hard to bare, I
didn't know, that you would be gone and all of my yesterdays and tomorrows, I
spend alone, I gotta be strong, I gotta move on, but I miss you
OOOhhh, yeah, I love you ma'