Self Loath/Love
Nothing better than a Mother's love
Nothing more prestine and pure like two white doves
Nothing more important than her life span
But who's to say the same when all hits the fan
Who's to say the love will be everlasting
Who's to say who's to blame for ones self relapsing
Who's responsible for one's own growth
Most would say it's the one who made the sacred unspoken oath
But the truth is rather simple, some might say is crude
But when one pasts the only way is ti buried in solitude
So who's really at fault for one's bad timing
Because thats all that life's about, not mother's remindings
For those who think that they aren't the reason they're doing the time
You are the ones whose life puzzle is missing the piece of rhyme